I just remembered the time I was eight years old and at my grandparent's farm for the Fourth of July. My mom, brothers, and some other family members decided to walk through the woods behind the farm to go look at an abandoned house. I got separated along the way and ended up stuck in a huge blackberry briar patch, covered in scratches from the thorns. I think I was trying to crawl through the patch to get to the other side.

I remember looking up and seeing tons of big, ripe blackberries hanging from the canes. I don't think I ate any -- it didn't seem like a good idea with my family using sticks to push the canes aside so I could crawl back out.