An old memory

This picture reminds me of an old memory.
When I was in elementary school, I went to a grape farm to harvest grapes with my family. It was easy to find and pick good grapes. The grapes were tasty, so I ate them as many as I could. I enjoyed harvesting and eating a lot, but I got bored and tired quickly. I told my father I wanted to go home, but he said I needed to wait until everyone finished. So I asked him if I could wait in our car, but he said I had to be in the vineyard. I was really tired and wanted to sit or lie down to take a rest. I was depressed.
I have never wanted to go harvesting since.