A random memory for you to enjoy!

I think about how crazy my life is now and wish that my life could be as simple as it was when I was younger. But... When I think about the types of things I did as a little kid, my life was still pretty dynamic.
These crazy experiences that made me what I am today.

When I was a little kid living in my house in Brandon, I had a very big back yard. We had 2 rear neighbors. One of them had planted raspberry's bushes along the fence (on their side). The raspberry plants grew up under the fence, and provided our yard with some free raspberry! During the summer I would go and check to see if there were any raspberries that looked good enough to eat. Often I would let them get too ripe, and the birds would get them.

One day there weren't very many raspberries at all. I peaked through the cracks off the fence and saw what looked like fields and fields of raspberry bushes. I got my brother to come give me a boost so I could reach over and try and get some of the previously forbidden fruit. (the type that always tastes best)

To my surprise and utter horror, my brother's boost pushed me over the top of the fence and I fell head first into a horrible nightmare of prickly thorns and bees. My brother ran way. At the time I believed he thought I was dead, and was leaving my dead body to rot. Now, I realize that he feared the repercussions of pushing his younger brother into a raspberry patch.

I knew I was in a bad situation. A little kid in an unfamiliar yard under a bunch of thorny bushes. The raspberry bushes had taken a sinister turn since my ignoble tumble. Crawling on my hands and knees I made it out of the raspberry patch. Exiting the patch, I looked up and saw a stern motherly figure frowning at me! I was thinking... How could this get any worse! All pricked up, my head is sore... Now I'm going to get kidnapped by this crazy lady.

"If you wanted some raspberries you only had to ask" she said. Clearly, she had seen me fall over the fence. She handed me a white and yellow margarine container and let me have my way with her giant raspberry bushes. Then I went out her front yard and walked around though the neighbors yard and came through the hedge. They didn't have any prickly things for me to contend with.

I gave the raspberries to my mom. I had lost my taste for raspberries. To this day I am not fond of them. They always seem bitter.