There is nothing better on a hot summer day than watermelon. My father would place it on the picnic table in the backyard and begin cutting it with the precision of a Samurai warrior. Its name says it all. The watermelon is 92 percent water. It is big, it is green, it is messy — and it is the absolute best summertime treat.

My sisters and I would have a seed-spitting contest to see who could spit the black seed over the backyard fence. We were careful not to swallow the seeds, because Uncle Matt told us that if we swallowed a seed, it would grow a watermelon in our belly. We believed it to be true, because Aunt April had swallowed one and we could see the

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