By: Tracy Wilson 1 in the winter of 1976, when I was only four years old, my family moved into a modest home in a growing Greenville
neighborhood. Upon a slope on one side of the house, stood a dozen tree sprigs looking rather bald and barren. By springtime,
however, the little trees began growing taller and bushier by the day. Upon exploring the hillside in mid-July, I noticed hundreds
of quarter-sized, pinkish orbs dangling, daring me to pick just one. Of course, I did.
2Plums? I questioned. Yes, plums she reiterated. She explained that these were not the same as the deeply colored, voluptuous
kind I had seen in the market. These were smaller and much sourer variety>
3 Knowing that they were safe, I ate enough that one afternoon to give me a stomachache that lasted two days. As the plums
became riper and sweeter, my grandma and I picked enough to fill two enormous buckets She taught me to make jelly from the
tiny fruits which we could enjoy all winter long
4 Years later, I was driving down a long, winding highway when I noticed several wild plum trees Lining the hedgerow. I had to
pull over. I picked a heaping handful As I sat there on the side of the highway, I asked in the tartness of my childhood fruit and
in the sweetness of the memory of making jelly with the greatest woman I have ever known
What is the main idea of this selection?
A)
moving to new places
B)
the power of memories
drudgery in gardening
D
dangers of wild fruits