• applebusch@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    24 days ago

    My ex has the ability to find 4 and higher leaf clovers just by looking at a patch of clover. She would walk up to a patch of grass, take one look, and pick up a 4 leaf. She semiregularly found 5 leafs. It was easy for her. She once found a 6 or 7 leaf clover, or maybe 9, I forget which, she showed it to me pressed in a book. I wish I had a picture to show off but she was so good at it it became mundane, like “oh, yeah theres 4 and 5 leaf clovers all over the place”. That episode of Futurama where Fry found a 7 leaf clover was meant to be ridiculous but she really had one, and according to her she found more and didn’t keep them cause why would you when you can just find another.

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      24 days ago

      I’m exactly the same! When I was a kid I’d be running through the yard, stop and go back a few feet and pick up a 4 leaf clover. That’s how much the pattern sticks out to me.

      I could tell someone I was going to look for a 4 leaf clover, find one within seconds, and when I reached down to pick it up I’d often see others nearby and end up picking 5 or 6 within arms reach.

      I found an 11 leaf clover. It had 7 big leaves 4 small ones in the center but I never knew if clovers with those small leaves really counted.

      I’m not sure I’m still as good at it now, I don’t look down as much,and my yard doesn’t have much clover. But I was somewhere else this weekend walking through the grass and happened to glance down straight at this 4 leafer.

      picture of a 4 leaf clover

      • BarneyPiccolo@lemmy.today
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        24 days ago

        As a kid on the recess playground, we had about a week long trend of looking for 4 leaf clovers. We’d run out at recess, find a clover patch, plop down and started searching. The teachers must have enjoyed that quiet week.

        There was another week or two that everyone got into yo-yos, and 3/4 of the class were yo-yoing at recess. Then there were the click-clacks, until they got banned, and also the thing that spun around your ankle and you jumped over it with your other foot. The teachers must have thought we were nuts.

        Jump ropes were a constant, not a fad.