I have a memory of being maybe eight or nine years old and stepping outside a ho...

I have a memory of being maybe eight or nine years old and stepping outside a house in Philadelphia early one morning.
I had been sent to collect blueberries for that mornings pancakes.
There were several blueberry bushes right by the driveway.
I picked a blueberry and ate it, and then I picked and ate another one and another one.
It was very early in the morning.
The sun had just come up.
The blueberries were sweet.
I remember being happy.
Early this summer, a friend planted a blueberry bush...