01-09-2025, 11:11 AM
This post was last modified 01-09-2025, 11:16 AM by quintessentone. Edited 5 times in total.
OP, your story of eating unripe fruit brings back childhood memories when living in a large city, I would go through two laneways behind houses as a shortcut to the corner store which was two blocks away. Well our neighbourhood had many immigrants who grew their own food in their backyards, a long time ago.
This one house's backyard had a very large weather-worn wooden fence where just beyond my reach was a pear tree but I could not resist wanting an unripe pear.
So I would take a running jump and I usually managed to pull off an unripe pear from the closer overhanging branches, rip off a bit of branch with a pear, and start eating it. The owner of the property was none the wiser.
It was only until the pears were at a more ripened state that the owner started noticing missing pears on the back of the tree because I wasn't the only one taking his pears off that tree.
At that time the pears were scarce on the laneway-side, so I had to try to climb or rather hang on the tall wooden fence and pull myself up to see if I could see any pears that could be plucked, but the owner was waiting and chase me and all the other kids away, but only temporarily, until next year.
I think I ate one unripened pear when my mother bought them, just to see what they tasted like; it was okay but I preferred ripened pears at home. Now that I think about it, taking my neighbor's unripened pears may have been about 'because I can' or the thrill of stealing as a kid. I don't know, that's for a child psychiatrist to figure out, but those unripened pears just seemed to be just a little sweeter, when they really were not as they were extremely hard.
This one house's backyard had a very large weather-worn wooden fence where just beyond my reach was a pear tree but I could not resist wanting an unripe pear.
So I would take a running jump and I usually managed to pull off an unripe pear from the closer overhanging branches, rip off a bit of branch with a pear, and start eating it. The owner of the property was none the wiser.
It was only until the pears were at a more ripened state that the owner started noticing missing pears on the back of the tree because I wasn't the only one taking his pears off that tree.
At that time the pears were scarce on the laneway-side, so I had to try to climb or rather hang on the tall wooden fence and pull myself up to see if I could see any pears that could be plucked, but the owner was waiting and chase me and all the other kids away, but only temporarily, until next year.
I think I ate one unripened pear when my mother bought them, just to see what they tasted like; it was okay but I preferred ripened pears at home. Now that I think about it, taking my neighbor's unripened pears may have been about 'because I can' or the thrill of stealing as a kid. I don't know, that's for a child psychiatrist to figure out, but those unripened pears just seemed to be just a little sweeter, when they really were not as they were extremely hard.
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