Before I was 10 my family lived in the midwest.
I'd walk to the nearby rail track to pick wild blackberries.
When picked at peak ripeness they were like candy.
Heaven!
Later as a young teen we lived in a So. Californian city where many neighbors had peach, plum or apricot trees in their back yards.
Fortunate there was a kid freeway separating backyards that ran the length of the entire block ...
We kids would use it like a sidewalk to get to the houses with backyard trees that were ripe with fruit.
We decided it wasn't stealing if we only took fruit we could reach from the fence.
The naughtiest kids would jump down into the yards to fill bags of fruit.
It was heaven.
Actually I think most homeowners were glad.
On some of those huge trees hundreds of pieces of fruit ripened all at once.
We little criminals saved them lots of work cleaning up the excess fruit that dropped and rotted.
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