Here we go again. I’m tired of getting pushed around. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live. It’s beautiful, rolling hills, it never gets too hot or cold and I can see that big bridge with some binoculars. But it’s bad enough when I get picked over, put in baskets but the worst part is getting stepped on. I hate that! Yet for some reason, people think this is all I’m good for. I’ve got a lot of uses. Some people think I cure cancer, I don’t know. But i do wish people would watch where they walked.