I remember

February 23, 2012
I am eating a Watermelon, tasting sweet summers, bittersweet nights, tear filled days at Grandma's and Grandpa's house. Where I could romp and play. Where Grandma would listen to music I couldn't understand. Where I could pretend a box was a car and where I remember how Grandpa would eat the Watermelon. Using the base as a bowl and eating it with a spoon.
Now at age 14 I harldy ever eat a watermelon and I hardly ever visit Grandpa and Grandma.

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