Yesterday, Dad dragged me and Jerry(my little brother;Mom was lucky, she didn't go) to one of my millions of relatives' house for a 2-day-and-1-night "sleepover". Actually, it wasn't a sleepover, it was a sort-of slave camp with tons of annoying mosquitoes, slimy snails, cockroaches, rooms full of mosquitoes, bugs everywhere, rotten pears and lots of work to do.
Dad made us get a pair of clothes and whatever else we needed into the car sometime after 12:30pm and we spent a long long time driving to wherever we were going(which was the house of my aunt's mom). Unfortunatly, that place was a disgusting, bug-attracting place that grew and sold pears. The moment we got there, the old lady(Aunt's mom) gave Jerry and me a huge delicious pear that was already skinned for us. After we finished eating, Dad made us all help them pick the pears which took about 2 hours(I think). It took about 2 hours because there was an entire forest of trees that they'd planted. There were pear trees and orange trees if I remember correctly. We went to the pear trees and soon the grown-ups were working hard cutting the pears(they were wrapped in thick paper bags that were covered in snails, ants and stuff like that) and Jerry and I were putting the cut pears into the cartons. After we had collected 8 cartons we loaded it onto the wagon/truck we drove back to the house and unloaded it. Then we split up jobs: Jerry was supposed to take off the wires that were holding the bags shut; Aunt and Dad were supposed to take the pears out of the bag; I was supposed to cut off the stems and then put them into basket by size; and Great Aunt, or whatever I'm supposed to call her, was supposed to cook dinner. It all worked out perfectly and after we finished we had a delicious dinner of rice, meatballs sort of thing, and all this other stuff. Then Jerry and I watched TV until Dad told us to go wash and go to bed.
