Response to “Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity”
This is a memoir about someone spending their summer in the country out on a field. The reader can tell that this poem was about when they were about six or seven because they still believed in unicorns, but they were smart enough to smoke tobacco. It means that the author was thinking about all of the times they had when they were young enough were they were carefree and ran around just having fun and being a kid. The author says that it was so perfect that maybe it wasn’t even real. This reminds me of when I was really little and adventurous; I would run around my yard, climb trees and suck on sweet slices of red, juicy watermelon. i also remember having red sticky juice on my fingers for the rest of the day. This poem makes me think of this one time when i spent two weeks in Kentucky with my cousin, and it started raining. It was one of those storms where it was pouring down, but it was about ninety degrees outside. Most kids would have been mad that it was raining but my cousin and I ran straight for the door leading outside. We jumped through the puddles, giggled, and ruined our clothes. The best part was that we could care less about all of it. I remember that warm, rainy day as one of the best days of my life. That is what the author is trying to get across. That fun is just being a kid and playing outside or doing nothing all day.
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