Strawberry Girl

I remember reading Strawberry Girl by Lois Lenski when I was just a few years older than DD. I remember thinking how wonderful it would be to belong to a family of migrant fruit pickers whose children attended school spottily at best. Well, spending 30 minutes in the blazing heat of May (insert caustic global warming comment here) disabused me of any romantic notions about picking fruit (or anything) for a living. The spotty school attendance still sounds pretty good, though.