Remember going strawberry picking as a kid. Usually my BEAUTIFUL Aunt Peggy, her 3 kids, Dad and us 3. Rode out to field on wagon with pre-weighed containers. My Dad's wardrobe of choice... a WHITE t-shirt. He always ended up looking like a murder victim... everybody chuck the super soft strawberries at him... easy target!
Remember one time when we went cherry picking. Needed a ladder for that so it was a little more "dangerous".
One time, neighbor was going to pick his own spinach and asked if I wanted some. SURE! He gave me a big black GARBAGE bag full!
What have you picked?