As soon as I could walk my Dad took me down the railroad tracks behind our house. We’d take a path up over a hill to a giant field of blueberries and pick just enough for that evening. As soon as we got home we put them in bowls, add chocolate milk, and sprinkle with sugar. Every year for 10 years we did that then we moved to a new home. I don’t pick them anymore and I’ve also moved away from adding sugar, but I don’t think there’s been a year I didn’t have some.