I grew up an only child but I had two cousins a few years older than me. We lived in a small town in Alabama. Every summer they'd come over to my house and we'd go for these long walks to this huge(about half a city block, abandoned plum orchard. Along the two mile walk to the field was where the fun was though. It was a very Goonies/Stand By Me adventure every time. We'd tell secrets, talk about boys, poke things with sticks, throw flowers in ditchs, etc.
There was a group of boys around our age picking plums during the summer break too. It was such a small town that we knew them all. They'd chase us through the field until Melissa, the oldest, would yell at them. In retrospect, the boys probably had a crush on us but at the time we just thought they were jerks.
We'd each pick a small paper bag full of sweet plums and walk home. I'd wash the plums and put them in the fridge. After dinner I would sit in the back yard and eat one plum. One ice cold, juicy sweet plum and watch the lightening bugs.
There was a group of boys around our age picking plums during the summer break too. It was such a small town that we knew them all. They'd chase us through the field until Melissa, the oldest, would yell at them. In retrospect, the boys probably had a crush on us but at the time we just thought they were jerks.
We'd each pick a small paper bag full of sweet plums and walk home. I'd wash the plums and put them in the fridge. After dinner I would sit in the back yard and eat one plum. One ice cold, juicy sweet plum and watch the lightening bugs.