I went apple picking with Mama and Daddy at Saratoga Apple Farm. Of course, it was 80 degrees out and Mama kept saying "What the heck, this isn't apple picking weather." But we had a good time. Someone left an old wooden ladder in a tree so Mama took it so we could get the reddest apples out of the trees. My parents said "this is what apple picking used to be like when we were younger." My parents ignored the signs that said "no climbing trees, no using ladders." Such rebels!
