Hi there! This may help you learn more about the apple. You are about to enter a life of an apple that you might know about.
I was born as a seed in November 19, 1900. Until spring arrived, I slept. When I woke up, I was a tree.
I grew apples and people came and picked the apples off of me. So the people made new seeds. After my apples were gone, everyone sat under me.
I felt loved until autumn. The leaves started falling off me for the kids to play with. Finally, winter came and I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I had apple blossoms on me. Then, I grew more apples. Meanwhile, the seeds from my apples were young trees and they did the same thing.
As I got older, more people were able to play on me. One day, I got so old no one was able to play with me. That night, a strong thunderstorm tore one of my branches.
So they had to cut me down. They had a funeral for me. I was 49 years old. From then on, the people used my stump as something useful.
The other trees lived to be 100 years old. To this day, my apples are all over the world. So whenever you eat an autumn gold apple, just remember this story.
I got this photo at Google Images but the main place it came from was http://m.recipetips.com/glossary-term/t–38648/crimson-gold-apple.asp.