Editor’s Note: The following piece was chosen as the runner-up of NextShark’s personal Essay Contest 2019. The views expressed in story are the writer’s own.
My Granddad loved bananas. Whether they were pale yellow just blossomed from green or a golden yellow with black and brown freckles, it didn’t matter. He said it was because he had a full set of false teeth, and that bananas were easy to chew. So he would ride on his Frankenstein bicycle made up from parts of different bikes that he had salvaged to the nearest fruit shop and buy bananas.