Growing up, as I did in N.Y.C; concrete sidewalks asphalt backyard, there were no berries or grass w/o going to CENTRAL PARK by subway train, to see trees & grass; no berries anywhere!.
I was one of the fortunate kids to go to "fresh air" summer camp.
Across the lake( by rowboat or canoe or a hike through bear infested woods, & halfway up the Pennsylvania "mountinain" were blackberries & blueberries, growing wild.
Late in the summer, I would get to go up the mounain w/ a few other priveledged campers with Industrial size cans [ on strings around our necks to go berry picking. By the end of the day; the cans were full, the berry bushes were nearly empty; our arms, legs faces backs were swolen w/ bug bites and our bellies were nearly full of berries. We aw an occasional snake(type unknown)No rattle n thetaill; not a grass or garden/gater snake; perhaps it was a copperheard????????????.
The camp's nurse tended our bug bites. We gave or berry filled cans to the kitchen staff.The entire camp enjoyed berry jam; berry pies & berries n our pancakes /cereal for another week. & we slept well that night; proud of ourselves We had bravely gone here no other city kids had gone & done what no others would dare do. We were heroes to the entire camp, living to tell the tale over50years later , enourmous pride in ourselves for our youthfull adventure & accomplishment