My grandfather grew acres and acres of cotton. I use to ride on the end of the cotton sack while my mama picked cotton; then as I got old enough, my sister and I had to pick cotton. Oh yes, there were all sizes of cotton sacks. It's hard work and that fluffy ball of cotton is surrounded by THORNS!! We used to love climbing on the sides of the cotton truck and jumping down onto the warm soft cotton!!!
This sure brings back memories!!