Picking Apples

Ali Polk

Acacia Street in Salinas, CA. I was 5, it was apple-picking season and I was down the street at my neighbor’s house with my best friend Ashley (who was 6 at the time). We were picking apples, and all of the sudden the ground was rumbling and cracking. The earth shook below us and mini hills were formed from the rolling ground. Then, an apple fell onto my head! I was in tears. I thought I was going to lose my apples.

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