an excitement felt only by the very young , joy of discovery , happiness in the moment , filled my chest and limbs as i remembered being eight-years-old again , ready to start a new day i recalled the feel of sweet , ripe grapes popping and squishing beneath my bare feet , warm juice sliding between my toes as uncle jack allowed me to hop around in a tub of the succulent orbs one morning while he explained the crushing process people used in days gone by .