I was thirteen when I realized that women grow breasts and men don't. What's worse, I was thirty-four when I came to an understanding a tomato was a fruit and not a vegetable. The tomato thing, though, this was a shocker. Fruits grow on trees, not on little ragged weeds that fall over when they reach the height of your knee.
Fruits taste sweet and are fun to eat.
They typically don't explode when you bite into them, and you don't ordinarily add a slice of one to a bun which houses meat or cheese. But enough arguing. I'm consigned to face the facts, however strange they may seem. Back to the breasts, then. I was young, na ve, and into sports.