Journal 17

When I was younger, my family, a few friends and I went blueberry picking.  I was excited to go because I was younger and it sounded like it would be so much fun.  I was really excited it was going to be fun.  I was younger so things like that sounded fun and they interested me.  So we went out and it was like a half an hour away so it made me so anxious to get out of the car and start picking.  When we finally got there, being the competitive person that I am, I set the goal for myself to pick the most blueberries out of everybody there.  I would do anything and everything to get me the most blueberries.  So right when we got out of the car, I dashed right to the bushes or whatever they are to start picking.  I was going to win.  As I kept picking, I knew I was going to win because everybody else was complaining and starting to take break, but I kept going steady and soon, I had filled up almost all of my bag.  When we were there, there was a lady from the newspaper taking pictures.  She was taking pictures of people picking blueberries.  She took one of me but I had no idea of what was to come.  The next day my picture of me picking blueberries was in the paper!  I was so excited not only had I picked the most blueberries but a picture of me was in the paper.  Right away I bragged that my picture was in the paper and not my sisters.  Going out and picking blueberries was a great time.  I will always remember it because of the picture in the paper, but it really was a fun time to pick blueberries.  They were pretty good to, and my mom made blueberry pie because we had a ton of blueberries.  It was a fun time that I had with nature.