When I was four I remember getting this game for Christmas.  I think I must have played it a thousand times with my parents.  I have never cared for math but always loved counting.  When I saw it in a catalog I jumped to buy it.  I had no idea they still made it!  Four years of waiting to be able to play games like this with Maris made this my greatest Christmas gift yet.  We played five rounds tonight and the last was an epic battle to see who would win as we were tied two to two.  The goal is to pick all your cherries off the tree but if the spinner winds up on the overturned bucket you have to put them all back.  I had forgotten about the dog and the bird that make you take two cherries out of your bucket if you land on them.  Maris shrieked with glee as she quickly won the first two rounds.  She lost the third and was incredibly gracious saying, “Good job Mama!”  When I was her age I’d cry when I lost.  We had no screens of any sort — no iPads, no television, and no iPhones.  Just a slowness of time sitting around the table.  It was déjà vu and a cycle of life continuing.  Author C. JoyBell C. said, “Life is a bowl of cherries.  Some cherries are rotten while others are good; it’s your job to throw out the rotten ones and forget about them while you enjoy eating the ones that are good!  There are two kinds of people:  those who choose to throw out the good cherries and wallow in all the rotten ones, and those who choose to throw out all the rotten ones and savor all the good ones.”  I try to cherry pick the good.