At the Lake House we stayed at in Bear Lake last week there were raspberry bushes everywhere. They reminded me of the house I grew up in, not that I'm grown up yet or anything but still. We had raspberry bushes that lined our backyard fence and every summer my mom would send me and my little brothers out with small bowls to pick the raspberries. It was like old times this weekend. I love those little berries. It's crazy how little things can make you remember things so vibrantly.
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