Confused Tomato doesn’t know why he had to start life upside-down. He has no interest in the idea that it was supposed to be good for him, to protect his leaves from the mold that has claimed the lives of so many of his brethren, and his stems from the strain of too-heavy fruit. No, Confused Tomato knew only one thing, and that was that his place was Up, and Up was where he was going to go. So he twisted and he turned, until finally he found the edge and then it was no-looking-back, straight for the sky. Confused Tomato is Victorious.
I don’t think we should tell him that the sunlight is on the other side.