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Choking on an Banana by ~tetemeko:icontetemeko:



The Thesis:
My earliest memory is choking on a banana.
Which is true only as a memory. In reality, my earliest memory is letting go of a balloon and watching it pop as it hit the ceiling fan, startling me enough to choke on a piece of banana.
But all I really remember is the choking part.

The Self Interview:
Q: Why did I have a balloon?
A: My dad got it for me because I was sick.

Q: What was on it?
A: The balloon or the banana? (Rimshot noted.) Hahaha, Barney, most likely. I don’t know if I remember seeing him because he was on the balloon or because I know that I liked him, but in this particular memory of mine, Barney exploded in the sky and wafted to the floor. Then I choked.

Q: Choked?
A: On the aforementioned banana.

Q: Why was I eating a banana?
A: Good question. I’m allergic to bananas. They make my tongue itch. I don’t even like bananas. Then again, this could lead to an interesting discussion on how my earliest memory led to a subconscious development of selective eating.
That, or I didn’t even like the banana I was eating when I was eating it.

The Conclusion:
I must not have even liked the banana when I was eating it. Given the evidence, I also seemed to have harbored some hidden irritation towards the balloon. And the ceiling fan, for that matter. Can I trust this memory, or can I just trust the story that I tell people when they ask about my earliest memory?
In the end, there is no difference. When I was little, I let go of a balloon (possibly with Barney on it) and let it hit the ceiling fan, startling me enough to choke on a banana, which I was (and am) allergic to.

There isn’t a soul in the world who can verify this.
©2009 ~tetemeko
:icontetemeko:

Author's Comments

Proseplease prompt on our earliest memory.

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:iconralfmaximus:
Clearly, the balloon represents your innocent hopes and dreams, the brave embracing of marvelous new existence. The ceiling fan: cruel reality, destroying said dreams before any hope of realization.

Barney represents Satan, or perhaps demonic possession. A good thing he was smited so.

We shan't explore the meaning of the banana.
:iconlucylking:
Lord. *rolls eyes*

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:iconwonderfulrachel:
this was actually strangely addictive to read.

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:icon42t-i-m42:
I always enjoy reading your stuff but I'm never sure if it's meant to be funny or meant to be serious.

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when life becomes art
:icontetemeko:
Haha, it's pretty much a safe bet that anything you read from me is meant to be funny, but this one is kind of borderline. ;D

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Whenever ideas fail, men invent words. ~Martin H. Fischer
:icon42t-i-m42:
ok, than I will try to see it the funny way from now on although some of your pieces seem sometimes somehow poetical... I don't know :D

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when life becomes art
:icontetemeko:
Ohhh, thank you. :D
As long as you like them, I don't think it matters. xD And if there's ever anything wrong with them, just let me know!

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Whenever ideas fail, men invent words. ~Martin H. Fischer

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