Watermelons
Watermelons. Mom came into my room with a plate of them. I was sitting where I am now. My headphones over my ears, eyes staring blankly at the computer screen, my fingers frantically tapping against the keyboard. I seem to forget about the change of seasons once I snuggle in a cushioned chair, in a room that is twenty-four seven cooled by the A/C. It was that little action my mom did that reminded me that Summer was finally upon us. Those three huge slices of watermelon sat on their white plates tempting me with their deliciously red juice. Slowly I picked up a piece, biting into the crunchy fruit. The flavor was impeccable. It was so sweet, so cold…
I choked.
True story. I choked on watermelon seeds. As a 14 year old, I fail.