Buckets of Berries at 7:00 Saturday morning with a group of friends. Come on out, if you can get the sandmen out of your eyes.
As a young girl, my sister and I would pick blueberries at a farm with two other girls that were sisters. Usually, we ate more than we picked. We got paid to pick the berries and had fun doing it because we were hanging with our friends. Wonder why I like to work now? I learned to enjoy work as a kid.