We made 38 gallons of Apple cider on Saturday, and if you've ever made apple cider, you know it's not a piece of cake.
There is a lot if work that goes into making it, and I was a washer of the apples, and I had to lean over a sink and my back is killing me, so is the hand that held the apple!
So I'm dead and my nephew decided last night to step on my throat! And pounce on my back while my stomach was being pulverized!! So my stomach hurts and my back and I'm hungry even though I got breakfast but didn't feel good so I didn't eat it!!!
Help me!
Love ya!
Lyds
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My short life
Teen FictionLids is thirteen and thinks she lives a boring life. The story goes through what people that don't fit in feel like most of the time.
