Apple Picking

Dad went apple-picking the other day to a local orchard.

"Do you remember when we went?" I asked him.  "We went with cousins Glenn and Ricky."  [In the fall of sixth grade]. 

"Your mother and I took you also when you were in nursery school," he replied.  "You and another little girl that you got along with.  "But I don't know who it was."

I nodded but I sort of thought that he was mixing me up with one of the other sibs.  I was hardly a social butterfly at that age.  My company wasn't sought after.  I was quiet and I kept to myself.   I hope that whoever he'd taken apple-picking in nursery school had fun.  Because it wasn't me.

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