As a kid, I grew watermelons one year on the lot next door. They were round about the size of volleyballs. They had a fairly dense texture, sweet taste, and were the perfect size for 4 brothers to eat one quarter each for a 10am snack. You didn’t want them at 3:00 pm because they were too warm then. ( This was in Longwood Fl, just north of orlando). Word got out and protecting the patch from poachers became a summer game, a whamo sling shot and dirt clods would scare off kids from the other blocks, friends were welcome to take any not marked with an X on them. Those were the ones we had picked out for weekend beach runs to New Smyrna Beach where dad would surf fish while we body surfed. 2-3 watermelons, canned drinks, and lots of ice in the big Coleman cooler. the station wagon was packed with 2-3 beach umbrellas, canvas floats, the big cooler, and the slightly smaller cooler for dads beer. Sandwiches PBJ, ham, turkey, tuna in the Tupperware in the cooler. boxes of cookies, a can of Charlies chips. we would leave in the early am and stay till 5 o’clock to be home in time for Disney and Ed Sullivan. We never thought of watermelon pizza, but we would have at least tried it. The good old days.
Good memories posting.