I Love Strawberries

I love early summer when fresh strawberries are in season. I love the pick and pay places. I always enjoy taking my little nieces with me and go to a place where I know the owners. I bet we eat as much in the field as we but but I always pay for an extra gallon to make up for it. Some of my best memories and favorite pictures are of my nieces and nephews in the strawberry fields,their stained little faces stained with bright red juices and bright smiles and twinkling eyes that express a deep happiness from within. Yes, I love summer, strawberries, and my happy nieces and nephews.

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Sam4358 · 46-50, M

When I was a kid, my parents forced us to pick strawberries, hours at a time, several days each year. To a rambunctious boy with an overactive imagination, that was torture. Eventually, I figured out how to make it fun. When they weren't looking, I would throw strawberries at my older sisters. I did it infrequently enough and was careful enough about it that they usually didn't realize it was me (there were plenty of other pickers nearby). My aim was quite accurate, so I'd get them good. This was my way of getting back at them for all the times they tattled on me.