The sound of the tractor in the distance.

The cool breeze making my cheeks flush.

My legs are cold through the holes in pants.

The hot apple cider to keep my hands and soul warm.

The smell of the hay and barn animals as we ride by the old barn.

Miles and miles of apples, waiting to be picked.

I jump off the tractor before we stop because i cant wait to climb the apple trees.

My mother yells after me to be carful.

But i dont listen.

I ran my sister to the highest apple tree that we can find and start to climb.

That moment when my head peeks out of the top of the tree branches ill never forget.

My hands covered in tree sap.

My clothes smeered with dirt and apple droppings.

But it was worth it.

To my left all i can see is apples,apples,apples.

To my right all i can see is moutains, huge moutains covered in beautiful colors.

Rolling moutains going through the town and beyond.