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Even when I am a hundred and cannot remember where I am, I will still be able
to remember picking blackberries in my backyard. I often find myself reminiscing
about when I was young, getting up at the break of dawn on a sunny August
morning, running downstairs to my kitchen window and staring at the sun rays
kissing the blackberries with its early morning light. As the blackberries
soaked up sun rays, it made my mouth water. I was (and still am) a believer that
the early bird gets the biggest berries. I was the early bird!
I would get the biggest bowl my mother would let me put blackberries in. I
darted out the backdoor to pick blackberries because I had been waiting all
summer for them to ripen. I picked the one that earned their name, the real
black ones. I stopped picking blackberries when the bowl was filled to the brim.
Then I hustled to the kitchen, dropping blackberries on the way.
I loved it when the berries would drop onto the back porch creating a modern
abstract. My dad thought it looked messy, so I had to hose down the porch, but I
didn't mind because I knew the next morning I would see a new modern abstract
splattered all over the porch.
I knew many different appetizing blackberry recipes. I made dumplings,
cobblers, pies, fillings and lots of jam. One summer, I made jam, for every one
I knew. Sometimes I would just enjoy eating blackberries with a little sugar
sprinkled on top. I loved sitting under a tree on a hot summer day, eating
blackberries and a glass of cold fresh spring water.
As I stop day dreaming I always know that when I die, assorted blackberry
deserts will be served at my funeral reception. Why? Because I requested it in
my will. Everyone will remember me doing something that I love.
to remember picking blackberries in my backyard. I often find myself reminiscing
about when I was young, getting up at the break of dawn on a sunny August
morning, running downstairs to my kitchen window and staring at the sun rays
kissing the blackberries with its early morning light. As the blackberries
soaked up sun rays, it made my mouth water. I was (and still am) a believer that
the early bird gets the biggest berries. I was the early bird!
I would get the biggest bowl my mother would let me put blackberries in. I
darted out the backdoor to pick blackberries because I had been waiting all
summer for them to ripen. I picked the one that earned their name, the real
black ones. I stopped picking blackberries when the bowl was filled to the brim.
Then I hustled to the kitchen, dropping blackberries on the way.
I loved it when the berries would drop onto the back porch creating a modern
abstract. My dad thought it looked messy, so I had to hose down the porch, but I
didn't mind because I knew the next morning I would see a new modern abstract
splattered all over the porch.
I knew many different appetizing blackberry recipes. I made dumplings,
cobblers, pies, fillings and lots of jam. One summer, I made jam, for every one
I knew. Sometimes I would just enjoy eating blackberries with a little sugar
sprinkled on top. I loved sitting under a tree on a hot summer day, eating
blackberries and a glass of cold fresh spring water.
As I stop day dreaming I always know that when I die, assorted blackberry
deserts will be served at my funeral reception. Why? Because I requested it in
my will. Everyone will remember me doing something that I love.
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Even when I am a hundred and cannot remember where I am, I will still be able to remember walking in my backyard. I often find myself lonely when I was young, getting up at the break of dawn , running downstairs to my kitchen window and staring at the road in my backyard.When the sun rising up and my backyard getting lightly , my heart even can hear its words，you will never be lonely even you are old because i will be here with you!
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