It is the spring of 1980, in the town of Walldorf, which if near Heidelberg where my family lived for a time. It was a good spring. It was warm and the kids in the neighborhood were all outside playing all of the time. There were no computers and German TV has nothing of interest to show kids. So my sister Hekla and I stayed outside most of the time after school and on the weekends. One Saturday the kids has grouped to around 20 kids and we were searching for something to do. We lived at the end of the town, where the apartment building were not that large and on three stories. Around the buildings were parking spaces and a few garages. By one of those garages stood a big Cherry tree, the size of a two story building. That meant that the kids would climb up on the garage and from there climb onto the tree and pick all the Cherries that they wanted to eat. And that is what they decided to do. Around noon the owner of the Cherry tree woke up and looked out of her window. She rushed to her balcony and her screams could be heard for miles. She yelled nonstop at the kids in her tree, of which there were around 6 kids standing on the branches and picking cherries, which went straight to mouth. All these kids has a big pink circles around their mouths. After 15 minutes of the poor old German woman completely loosing her shit, the 6 kids retreated from the tree with a full belly and a huge smile on their wicked little faces. The rest of us kids could not stop laughing. It was certainly a good day, and it is good memory to have.
