Meaningful Moments: Where Pine Comes From

Eleven.
Ask my sister Jenny what she did on her 27th birthday and you would probably think she was lying. Jenny was laying in her hammock/on a wooden board as I was sitting on the edge of the boat(scaring jenny a little as she thought I was just gonna roll off) there were hammocks strung above us, below us, between us. We were in the middle of the Corentyne River, traveling back from Orealla(an Amerindian village) making random stops to docks where men came out of nowhere in the middle of darkness on canoes filled with pineapple to transfer it to our boat.The bottom of the boat slowly filled to a point of no walking space as we made stop after stop, with nothing but the sweet smell of this delicious fruit filling our noises and the soft moonlight leading our vision. And this is how Jenny brought in her 27th year, with me, pineapple, in a hammock, on a boat. A lucky life. Luckier to share with a sister you love. And even more so luckier to end in a blackout after playing Pin the Tail on the donkey and coloring a Bob Marley poster with 10 children.