I’ve never seen an apple tree in my life. But, unknowingly, I have consumed so many of the fruits which first made Man make a decision. It seemed pretty easy to walk into a supermarket and pick the fruit off the shelf and pack them in a bag rather then having to go through the arduous of looking, climbing and plucking. I’m assuming that, that’s how people pick them. It seemed simple enough to savor the fruits and even easier to say if I liked green or red ones, or to realized it has turned bad. But I didn’t need to explain. I like apples. Red ones.

Green ones. They aren’t sweet.

But now, I’m eating them.

I’ve never said that I disliked them but I just preferred red ones. I guess it’s one of those days that you decide that perhaps something fresh would do you good. So I bought green ones.

First bite. It’s sweet.

Second bite. It’s not sweet.

Third bite. It’s still not sweet.

Fourth bite. I kind of like it when it’s not sweet. It leaves a strange aftertaste that makes your cheeks tingle and for a very brief moment you can’t seem to see.

And after you finish, it tastes just like the red ones even though it’s not there anymore.

So I started buying green ones.

I’ve never seen an apple tree in my life. But, unknowingly, I have consumed so many of the fruits which first made Man make a decision. It seemed pretty easy to walk into a supermarket and pick the fruit off the shelf and pack them in a bag rather then having to go through the arduous of looking, climbing and plucking. I’m assuming that, that’s how people pick them.

Now I eat green ones. I still like red ones, because it makes me appreciate the tingly feel the green ones offers.