strawberries
I remember how scared I was as a child watching my grandma Maggie cut strawberries by hand. I knew knives were sharp and off-limits, so I couldn’t see how she could use the knife like she was – pushing the blade up against the soft flesh of her thumb with each slice. Surely this could only end one way – poorly, and with much blood. But I never saw her cut herself. Today, cutting strawberries in this same way, without cuts or even a thought of danger, I had to smile.
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I smiled reading this
. Memories of fresh strawberry shortcake every summer. 
Watching her cut melon was scary too!