Apples and Bananas

I just finished skinning 8 apples. And as I was doing that, I remembered how I first truly became scared of knives.

It's such a simple "ya-basic" story.

When I was 6, I loved eating bananas in a special way.

Keep the banana as it is. Don't peel it.

Cut half-inch slices across it.

My mother would do this and bring the slices to me as a snack.

I'd peel the outside of the slices and pop a banana slice into my mouth.

And I would just feel like the hottest thing on earth.

Protip: Sometimes, it's not what you're eating, but how you eat it.

Then one evening, I really craved eating bananas this way.

My mother was gone.

(I'm still 6 btw. :P)

I grabbed a banana and a knife. Went to the sink, and cut it the exact way I saw my mother did.

I put the length of the banana in my hand, and just pushed the knife down, towards my hand, for each slice.

After pushing the knife down the 4 fourth time, I realized my hand stung.

I didn't know why.

I dropped the banana into the sink. Checked my hand. It was bleeding in three perfect lines on the back of my pointer and middle finger.

I ran cold water over it and bandaged them.

But I never touched a knife again.

To this day, my mother still uses her hand as a cutting board.

She is... unreal. Godly.

I cannot, will not, and should not, heh.

But hey. I skinned 8 apples today.

Didn't cut myself once :)

Be safe kids.