My first job was picking strawberries for a local (large!) produce farm. 25 cents a quart. I never "liked" strawberries before that, but after being in the hot blazing sun for hours a juicy strawberry fresh-picked sure did taste good.
Now, my hometown has a
huge festival every year. The first year of this festival, my mom was Campfire Girl leader and we sold snow cones. There were like 20 people in attendance. Now, you can't even walk through the darn thing.
Ahhh, the good old days.
Now I need to stop there and get a quart of berries and a bag of shelled garden peas (eat 'em raw right out of the bag, it's like candy.)