When I was a little girl, I completed chores in order to be able drive to drive with my Mom to our nearest grocery store and pick up the largest brown coconut I could find. I would come home, take the fresh coconut into the backyard, and try to crack it with a hammer for about 20 minutes before it would open. The refreshing coconut water would spill out of it and I was in heaven. I had coconut cake for most birthdays, coconut cream pie at every Thanksgiving, and even named my first white fluffy stuffed animal, Coconut. I

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