I bought a huge watermelon on Friday. 15 pounds to be exact. Having cut up watermelon in the fridge was my solution to the heat wave.
While snacking on it, I realized how tightly watermelon is associated with childhood for me. I remember sitting on the deck of the house I grew up in and seeing how far I could spit the seeds. Watermelon always had to be eaten outside for this reason. I don't have a single childhood memory of eating it indoors.
So when did the black seeds disappear?
It's almost as though the seeds are symbolic of easy childhood summers. Gone are the care free days full of playing and exploring. Somewhere along the way the black seeds disappeared too.
I've got a weeks worth of vacation booked for August. I wonder if I'll be able to find a seeded watermelon and a deck to spit them from?