Day 45.  Just picked up a great watermelon from a friend.  He grew it in his garden and just picked it yesterday.  It is really good.  But, it reminded me of a time long ago when, as little kids, my brothers and I would get to go into my grandparents watermelon patch.  We got to choose and pick our own melon.  And, then we carried it in to the house and all the family and friends there would dig in.  One day I found a huge watermelon and I wanted it.  Every one said it was too big and I wouldn't be able to carry it, but I didn't care.  I picked it.  It was so heavy!  But I was determined.  I tried and tried and heaved and heaved and finally I had it picked up and on the way to the house.  By this time the others already had their watermelon in the house and were back out "cheering" me on.  It was about this time that, well, I dropped it.  It busted and splattered all over the ground.  I know everyone gasped but I didn't hear them, I could only hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears.  That sound was soon replaced by laughter and teasing.  I was devastated.  When I was ready to go crawl under a rock an amazing thing happened.  Papa came over, bent down, and picked up a piece of the busted watermelon and ate it.  "I think that is the sweetest watermelon in the patch, good job."  is what he said.  Soon my dad was there joining in the feast.  It wasn't long until we all, the guys that is, were eating it right off the ground.  It was the best melon ever.  I am now 49 years old and my brothers still won't let me carry the watermelon when we get together.  Some things you just never out grow.