A Pickle’s Personal Narrative
Dark, tight and very very old. That’s the way my package had been for the last week, until finally the top of the bag ripped open! All of us cucumber seeds spilled out onto the desktop.
The next day I woke up to a blast of sunlight! I was in the hands of a fourth grader named Alex. I watched as my friends were poured into round pots filled with rich, black and fluffy soil then were covered up! Then it was my turn. I was dropped and I landed in the rich, black, fluffy soil and saw the last ray of sunlight as I was covered up.
One week later I pushed my way through the soil until I got to where the light passed through the dirt and finally I was in the sunlight again. I stood there for days and I waited and waited. I waited so long that when I gathered my thoughts I was taller than my friends! But I needed a new place to live. My roots were too crowded. Then I noticed the fourth graders building a trellis out of bamboo. I was so excited!
When I awoke the next morning I looked around me. I was right under the trellis. The soil felt better. I was so happy. When I measured myself again I was taller than Alex and full of cucumbers just waiting to be picked! When my cucumbers were picked, they were brought to the science lab where they were carefully chopped and placed in jars. Salt, vinegar and sugar were poured over me. Onions and sweet peppers were added to the mixture. Then I waited. When it was time the lid was unscrewed and out came pickles that would soon be eaten by the fourth graders and that’s how my life cycle went from seed to pickle.