Last weekend my Dad had a surprise for my brother and me. My Dad called us into the kitchen and said, “We are going apple picking!” I was so excited to go and pick apples. I knew it would be fun. We would climb trees, taste the juicy apples, and shop in the farmer's market. My Dad told us to get into the car.
We went to pick up my Aunt Cynthia, Uncle Chinito, Aunt Marcia, and my cousins Sebastian, Javier, and Layla. It took us forty-five minutes to drive to the farm. While we were in the car, my brother and cousin Javier played a question game. We were making Sebastian laugh.
We got to the farm and my Dad said, “I will go buy a bag for the apples and a pole to get the apples.”
We said, “OK Dad!”
Then we headed up the hill to find some good apple trees. My brother and I ran to find a tree with lots of apples on it. We ran to my Dad and said, “We found a tree with lots of apples on it! Come this way!” I asked my Dad if my brother Kevin and I could climb up the tree to get more apples.
“Yes, you can,” Dad said. So, Kevin and I were climbing trees and I was scared. I thought I was going to fall out of the tree. When I looked into our bags, it seemed like we had a lot of apples.
I was yelling to my Dad, “Where should I look for more apples?”
Dad called back, “Go a little bit to your right. There’s a big, juicy one over there.”
I was extremely tired but finally the bags were full of juicy apples.
Finally, we went home and made all kinds of treats. We made apple pie, candy apples, and apple juice to drink. It was the best apple picking trip I had ever taken!