Keeping those slight family chaotic moments quiet and a secret from our parents; Pam was good at that and certain she was insuring the protection from beatings and long hours of lectures. At the closing of our property joining ours a farmer had a large quantity of soil, he sprang up and sold his produce, separated with barbwire fencing. Right adjacent to this segment of fencing are scrumptiously fat red strawberries, almost a half of an acre. A pair of my elder brothers sneaked through the barbwire onto their property often. This one day Ron and Keith decided to recruit, chosen at random, they gave instructions, teaching the crawling method, following, I crawled on the ground through the rows and choose only the best strawberries, needless
