As I said in my last "memories" post, I remember lots of stuff; unimportant, weird stuff. I spent the first seven years of my life on a farm in North Dakota. It was cold and snowy, but I loved it. To me, it was a huge wonderland that was perfect for a kid like me who just liked to wander around and think about stuff. One overcast day, I was on one of my "expeditions" in the little clump of trees surrounding our house when I came upon some delicious looking red berries. They looked like holly berries in a way. I was getting pretty hungry during this long journey around the yard, so I picked a handful of the berries and ate them like you eat popcorn at the movies; popping each one in my mouth one-handedly. I decided after snack time, it was time to go inside. When my mother saw my face, covered in red berry juice she yelled, "What is all over your mouth and cheeks?! What did you eat?!" In my four year old honesty, I said, "I ate those red berries that are all in the trees." My mom gasped and said (more like growled), "Oh Lindsey! Those are poisonous! Why did you do that?!" Telling her I was hungry seemed like a stupid answer, even to a four year old, so I just shrugged my shoulders. She made me sit down and drink some milk and she watched me closely for the next half hour or so. I couldn't figure out what was so bad about what I'd done. The berries didn't taste bad, a little bitter, but some sugar would've fixed that. After realizing I wasn't going to die, she sent me to the bathroom to wash my face and hands. While I was standing at the sink, I thought I better get rid of the pocketful of berries I had saved for dessert. I took them out and flushed them down the toilet. I would never know if they tasted better with sugar.
|I could never look at Lady Lovely Locks the same way again.|
Thank you for joining me on yet another rambling trip down memory lane! I really hope you'll join me next time :)