Back home in Illinois, as a child, the end of school and the start of our summer vacation was a chance for freedom and fun. We would play school for a few days, and then began to look for something to do. My sister and I and neighborhood kids would loll around on a blanket in our backyard with kid’s books or our paper dolls. But soon boredom set in.
That one summer, we heard that the nearby farm wanted kids to pick strawberries. My mother checked it out and we were all set to be fruit pickers. The strawberry season had begun.