This entry is about a childhood memory.
There were three of us kids in my family (and, yes, that's how we said it 'three of us kids') Oldest to youngest, it's me, my brother David, and our sister Kelly. We lived next door to our great grandmother and we were over there a LOT. Like almost constantly.
We also had three cousins (Joe, Jack, and Jim), all brothers who were roughly the same ages as us three, and they, too, would often visit Grandma. Her yard was huge, about an acre, and she had lots of flower beds and fruit trees. We'd eat buckets of mulberries over the course of a summer and, many, many times, we'd have crab apple fights.
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Hey, I never said we were nice. ;)
Anyway, there we'd be, ducked behind the banks of peony bushes, pelting the living shit out of each other with nearly-as-hard-as-rocks crab apples.
:) Painful, but really fun.