I’m pretty sure my nickname was coined from a near death experience I once had.
I was 2. I was sitting in a high chair. A banana was placed before me and before my dear mum could chop it into bite sized pieces I managed to lodge it into my esophagus.
It eventually found its way out of there after I was thrown to the floor and my mom Heimliched the crap out of it.
The funny thing about all this? I don’t really like bananas all that much.
But I DO like banana bread!