What’s memorable about a banana is its discernable color, followed by its shape and taste. Before I sensed the taste of the banana, this yellow, long, curved cylindrical fruit directed my attention to the parts that still remain green. The stem that emerges from …show more content…
I carefully probed along the length of the banana and noticed that the fruit not only had one shade of yellow, but it also originated with streaks of different shades of yellow. I ran my middle finger through the streaks, and distinctly detected the smooth and rubbery skin. The banana has four vertical ridges that run down its length. As I looked at the banana more efficiently, I noticed small brown dots around the banana. The dots looked almost like they were moles. Consequently, I picked up the firm, yet squishy fruit to my ear and to no surprise, no sound production. Moving forward with my observation, I sniffed the outside of the banana and detected a plant fertilizer scent. After eight to ten minutes of leaving the banana in my hand, I started seeing shades of brown patches. The scratches that were initially on the banana were changing from light yellow to light brown. The banana was becoming warmer and stickier in my hand. The ridges were also getting dark and the surface area was showing light brown patches. I touched it and it felt soft. Then, I decided to observe the taste of the banana. “Crack, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk” I hear …show more content…
As I came across this seed-bearing product, I found myself feeling nostalgic. Staring at the banana reminded me of the time when I played Super Mario as a little girl. However, it was Mario who I thought of rather it was Donkey Kong the gorilla who collected saturated yellow bananas during his adventure. I associated the banana with my memory. Even more, my remembrance was associated with monkeys. Eventually, I found myself thinking about Harambe, the gorilla who was shot and killed after a three year old boy fell into his enclosure. Shortly, I felt sorrowful. But as sorrowful as I felt even now and then when it happened, I was glad to hear that the boy was safe. When I directed my attention back to the banana, the fading green stem reminded of how monkeys don’t peel their bananas the way I do (by peeling from the stem downward). I entered a state of curiosity. I told myself I’ve never really seen a monkey eaten its banana the other way, have only heard people speak of it. I reminisced on the time when whenever I peel my banana in front of others, people say I do it wrong. As the process of observing continues, I realized that as I observe the banana, I relate most of my observations with my experiences. For instance, when I sniffed the banana, I quickly identified the smell to the very moment I walked into Stein’s Gardens and Gifts. Then, I couldn’t determine the smell of the banana