Damn. My momma wanted to make her own wine, since we had mustang grapes growing like cray cray everywhere (late 70's in Ingleside, Texas) so she had dad build her a vat and all these thigns we had no money, or business doing, but we did.
So us kids (my brother and sister, who were older... I was around 2) were ordered to get in the vat and stomp all the grapes we spent all day harvesting from the farm.
Little did my ma know: Mustang Grapes are a skin irritant.
Both of my siblings were covered from toe to chest in rashes, lol. They never, ever forgot that.
We laugh about that now... well I think I was laughing at the time also.