Artemis~ The Watermelon Every summer, I eat watermelon. When it’s not sweet, I don’t enjoy it, yet I keep eating it as if it were. I feel like, when I was a child, watermelon was always sweet. I once reflected on this strange thought while riding the metro, laughing to myself as I often do. Then I thought, what does it matter, if it makes me smile? I used to believe that, as children, everything seems to carry a greater “sense of sweetness.” But that wasn’t the case here. When I was little, the watermelon was sweet because my grandfather would cut out the “heart” for me to eat — that’s what he called it. The center part is always a little sweeter. I’ve forever associated watermelon with my grandfather. After his summer meals, he’d always cut a huge slice, which back then looked to me like a giant boat. When I was younger, I could...