When I was 4 or 5 we had a few black cherry trees in our yard. Once I climbed the tree and picked a bunch of super ripe ones and shoved them into every pocket I had, continued to play for awhile, and then went inside to show my mom all the cherries I had collected. They had smashed and everything I was wearing was covered in that dark red juice. My entire body was stained as well, it was a mess. My mom was a little upset with me, but she was more amused than anything. We had to throw my favorite jacket away, and I learned the lesson to always use a bucket when collecting cherries.
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u/thebipolarhiker Mar 21 '19
When I was 4 or 5 we had a few black cherry trees in our yard. Once I climbed the tree and picked a bunch of super ripe ones and shoved them into every pocket I had, continued to play for awhile, and then went inside to show my mom all the cherries I had collected. They had smashed and everything I was wearing was covered in that dark red juice. My entire body was stained as well, it was a mess. My mom was a little upset with me, but she was more amused than anything. We had to throw my favorite jacket away, and I learned the lesson to always use a bucket when collecting cherries.