I always imagined fanciful things like that when I was a kid. It was a trick I used to make life more stimulating. When I bit into fruit, for example, I pretended I had never eaten fruit before. I imagined fruit only existed in fairy tales, and that by some miracle I’d found a wild orchard. I would rip the barcode sticker off an apple, press my nose against its skin, inhale, and bite as if I were crunching into something enchanted.
