One of my earliest memory: I was probably about 3 or 4, I can remember living in a high-rise block of flat with my mum in a place called Penarth and on this particular day I was really hungry and my grand father had just given my mother a bunch of green bananas. I was really hungry and I just nagged at my mum for one of these bananas, and she kept saying to me there are green, they’ll taste foul, you won’t like it but I begged and pleaded and eventually she gave in and gave me one these green bananas and I remember going outside and I think we are the 5th floor up and I open this banana and it was really hard to peel the skin off this green banana, and I take one chunk and it was disgusting, I spat it out and threw the rest over the veranda and just watched it land on the grass.

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