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Jun 06, 2006 18:06

The house I grew up in had 6 cherry trees in the yard and my parents had cherry parties at the beggining of every summer to get rid of all the fruit.
This is our last summer in the house, so therefore the last cherry party.
If we even have one.

Perry's Cherry Parties are one of my first memories.
I remember playing bad mitten in the side yard with all my parents' friends' kids. I remember my dog, Nick, always had to be tied up to the teather ball poll so we couldn't play teather ball. I remember adults would ask me to climb the trees and pick cherries for them.
I don't even like cherries, I ate too many of them one time, had to go to the emergency room, and vomitted. But I will still always smile whenever I see a cherry. It really means alot to me.

Have you seen my tattoo? It's a cherry tree. It is MY cherry tree, the one I grew up in. Tell me I will regret that in a few years and I will laugh in your face. It means more to me than anything ever could.

nostalgic

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