When I was about three years old we went to a U-Pick strawberry field. It was the height of summer and the day boasted clear blue skies and soaring temperatures. We started picking, mom tells me I picked one for my bucket and one for my tummy. I guess about half an hour later I was covered, hands and face, with berry juice. Now that I was full of ripe strawberries I'm guessing I was bored and started complaining that I was hot. Mom suggested that I take off my top so I could cool down. I looked at her in horror! I was a GIRL. Girls DON'T take off their tops!!
Now, remember that I was all of three years old. Somehow in the last twenty minutes I had grown a sense of embarrassment, that I somehow was wholly aware of being a girl and girls didn't take off their tops, it was just not done. My mom smiled that smile that all moms get when their little girls aren't babies anymore. She said to me to keep my top on and be hot or take it off and be cool, we were the only ones in the field so no one would see. I'm sure she knew none of that meant anything to my mortified soul. I stayed hot. Kids.
|Title: "Strawberry Fields Forever"|
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