The last time I went strawberry picking was in Taiwan. I don't have any memories of the actual picking or the eating; just a vague image in my head of sitting on Xiao Jiu's motorcycle looking out over a strawberry field. My second childhood memory of strawberry picking, or rather non-picking, is a strawberry patch in the front yard of Da Jiu and Da Jiu Ma's first Los Angeles house, by a fence. For some reason, I recall Er yi's voice saying bugs had eaten most of the berries. Maybe it was her house instead.
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