Orange peels remind me of my dad who was insistent that he squeezed the juice into everyone's eyes.
He used to have a tough time with me as I always dodged him, but he used to have his way in the end. May be that is the reason I have a good eyesight. I really miss his pranks now.
I am also reminded of the short story Seventeen Oranges by Bill Naughton.
Linking this to A-Z challenge. O is for orange.