When I was about 11 and 12 years old I lived in the northwest part of Oregon. My brother and I would leave about 5 am each morning in the summer and walk to the end of our dead end road and catch a bus to the strawberry fields.
I really didn't care for strawberries for many years after that. The sweet strawberry smell would instantly recall a big fat overripe one plastered against my face... and my brother laughing.
All in fun. The hot summer days picking strawberries made for good memories. I did get in a good throw myself now and again.
I have taken a new liking to strawberries now . I like the ones that don't have that sweet aroma that remind me...
See the pretty velvet variety... if you pick that one you will also have a pincushion. Check out
Nikki's etsy shop. She is the artsy talented daughter of a friend of mine in Oregon.