the memory of summer always connected with watermelon. can't image the days without watermelon. but to most people, what beyond tolerance is the days without air conditioner. summer is always hot and sweet. once upon a time, watermelon was put in the well to cool down. papa was always bullshitting how good he was to pick up yammy watermelon. the highly-anticipated fruit usually tasted like water. of course papa was so eager to clear up his innocence and blame all the fault to the fruit vendor. although the watermelon was in an arrested development, it  tasted like summer. now the anticipation was gone, the long wait for it to cool down was gone, the natural taste would never come back. watermelon is still my favourite. but now it is only a summertime accessory. my stomach itches for it, my memory goes shortcut.