How to Carry a Watermelon
You definitely look cooler than Baby did in the movie Dirty Dancing, and no one dares to say anything negative or threaten to put you in a corner. It's fascinating how specific phrases can evoke such vivid memories, much like old scripts.
I still remember the first time I saw Patrick Swayze balancing on a log while Jennifer Grey ran into his arms to practice their now-famous lift. Ah, I would carry a million watermelons for the chance to play such an iconic role and wear that little pink dress. But I digress.
Let’s go back to the summer I turned twelve when we first met. I was practicing how to undress behind a beach towel. I can still feel my lips quivering as your sticky thumb brushed against mine when we plunged our fingers deep into a bucket of buttered popcorn. I remember how our noses bumped together when we leaned in for a kiss in the dimly lit local theater. Every awkward moment from my adolescence comes rushing back like a waterfall whenever I watch a YouTube clip of Baby and Johnny dancing to "I've Had the Time of My Life" in the Catskills.
Do you remember that old television commercial for Big Red chewing gum, with the slogan, so kiss a little longer, and all those scratch-and-sniff stickers I had plastered across my Trapper Keeper? Perhaps nostalgia is the new hot pink, the summertime hue of vintage blues.
Carrying a watermelon—much like praying, dancing the tango, or playing a game of beach volleyball—symbolizes the moment when possibility and potential merge to take center stage.
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