One of my favorite things about summer is cherry season. I love cherries! Seriously, they are like my own version of sunflower seeds. I just sit with my bowl of cherries and have a cup to spit the pits into. This is pretty much the only time I spit. I'm a girl; we don't spit. Well, most of us don't. I think spitting is disgusting. Seeing other people spit or hearing them makes me want to gag.
Anyways, every time I eat cherries I get a little nostalgic of middle school. In 6th grade I had a friend named Emi (Emily Hordes). She did gymnastics and I thought she was just so amazing. We shared a deep love for cherries so whenever I had them in my lunch I would give her some in exchange for her showing me all her tricks. Ahh...the good 'ol days.
When I saw them at the store I just couldn't resist buying them, even though they were a tad expensive. They were worth it though, especially since I'm going to miss all the cherries at home. Three cherry trees (each a different variety) and I'm not going to get any of them. Sad.
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