I'm picking cherries from a huge tree. There are many, hanging all over near to the ground. I find a couple that are abnormally large, and I pick them. Sheleen's son Bryce is there picking cherries, and I show them to him, exclaiming "Look! They're as big as apples!", although they are only as big as small apples. Then we notice they aren't very good for eating, they have spots of rot, or where birds have pecked at them or something.

I see another tree that is laden with apricots. I love apricots even better, so I go over and pick one but then I notice that it's in somebody else's yard. I eat the one I've picked but then go back to the parklike area where the cherry tree stands.