When I was a kid, we had a old rotten pecan tree in our back yard. It dropped hundreds and hundreds of pecans in our back yard every season, but with one big problem. Since the tree was old and rotten, the tree could not hold the pecans on the tree long enough for the pecans to get ripe. All of these pecans that fell in our back yard were inedible. They were not ripe. They were extremely bitter. We use to play jokes on our friends by cracking these pecans, placing them in a bowl, and enticing our friends to eat them. We wanted to see that ugly face they would make with they tasted the bitterness of an underripe pecan.
Not only were these pecans inedible, they were dangerous. Like a young boy should, I ran around our neighborhood barefooted. I don’t know if you are aware, but their is a sharp point on the ends of a pecan shell. When I, and others, would run through our back yard, we would step on the points of these pecans and it hurt. As we were hoping on one foot because of the pain shooting through our damaged foot, we would undoubtedly hope onto the point of another pecan and damage our other foot. It was right out of a cartoon. I cannot tell you how many times this happened to me and my friends.