Many of my childhood summers were spent at my Grandparents home. It was usually hot and dry and the afternoons were begging for either a run through the sprinkler or playing tag with the water hose.
To beat the heat, and most likely for some afternoon entertainment, my grandfather would bring home giant watermelons. He’d head to his back porch and slice them up and then he’d bring out the juicy pink slices to the back yard and share with all of his grandkids (he had quite a few!). We’d stand around the yard enjoying our watermelon treat and then inevitably, someone would start a watermelon spitting contest. I’m not sure who would start it but it was usually one of the boys. Whoever won the contest got the last piece of watermelon. I have a feeling that Grandpa might have had the most fun with the seed spitting contest.