I'm not sure exactly what I was seeing with each smack of the apple! I'm sure it began with a vision of the stack of apples I've labored on each day. The huge-gantic pile that doesn't seem to be disappearing! And then covered in apple guts from head to toe, I'm sure I felt many things blast away with the morsels of gush.
I'm grateful. For bats. For apples . . . that die.
We used to do that too. It is a great stress release. A little sticky but great fun. We would also see if we could throw them up over the power line behind my parents house.
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