This was taken in the backyard of my childhood home in Watertown, NY.  The entire time I was growing up I was under the impression that this was a crab apple tree.  One of many that my dad would pay me, my brother, and any willing friends 10 cents an apple to pick up off the ground so as to not get stuck in the lawnmower.  I always tried to negotiate up to a dollar an apple, but to no avail.  It wasn’t until I was home recently that my aunt picked one off the tree, declared that it looked like a Red Delicious, and took a bite.  Only to find out that these were NOT in fact crab apples.  It’s slightly disappointing that I had no idea I could eat fruit straight from my yard all those years.  I never understood why my dad wanted to cut down those trees in the first place.  They had prime locations for hanging upside down and climbing up pretty damn high so no one knew you were spying.  Ah well.  Life goes on.