Once when I was seven years old I sat on a banana and of course that changed my life. I remember sitting and hearing the squishing sound. I knew from there that my whole life was going upside down. The banana its shape, its size, its color, its own presence in this world drastically changed in one moment. No one saw me exchange the interaction of my butt and the banana but I knew, I saw and it will haunt me forever. I still have nightmares about the incident and sometimes it keeps me awake about what I could have done different to change the unfortunate outcome. For years I wondered if I would be able to ever recover from this traumatic experience but as the years pass it seems like it will stay in mind forever. What of the poor banana? The shape changed dramatically. What should have been inside was outside. I had to take the remainder of it and throw it in the trash. My mind sometimes floats to what happened to the banana? Did it just go and get burned with the trash and create more CO2 in the atmosphere? Was it allowed to decompose and give back to the nature it was created from? I will never know and hope my mind will cease with the thoughts of the Banana. RIP Banana.
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