When I was around six
years old my family made our first trip to California to work in the harvesting
of fruit. My mother had a sister who lived in California at that the time and
we went there to earn money because times were hard. Our country was just
coming out of the great depression. We worked at various jobs such as picking
hops, chopping cotton, picking peaches and cutting grapes. This was a young
boys dream to see acres of grapes that were ripe for the picking and eating.
Being six years old I could not work but there was nothing keeping me from
eating all the grapes I could hold. My folks were busy working and I was left
to tend to myself so I began to eat grapes. They were wine grapes. They were
white grapes and sweet to the taste. I ate and I ate on that first day. After a
while I got very sick. So much so that I began to vomit until I thought my
insides were going to come out also. I learned that if a little is good than a
lot is not better.
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