One of the best parts of autumn are the beautiful fall colors. I love to watch the trees change from green to orange or red or yellow or burgundy, etc. I love to watch the leaves fall and hear them shuffle in the breeze. And this love brings me to a memory.
When I was in elementary school, probably around fourth grade, I walked home from school by myself. Our city let residents rake leaves to the side of the road and then they would have a leaf removal once a week. Those piles were always so inviting. One day, I just couldn’t help myself. I walked through this big pile of leaves. Kicked them and threw them up in the air and just watched them fall. I was having a blast. Unbeknownst to me, the owner of the leaves was watching. He came out bellowing with a rake. Scared me to death. Handed the rake to me and made me re-rake every single leaf I had disturbed. That man put the fear of God into me, and I never played in the leaves again. Wait, that’s a sad memory… I must find a pile of leaves stat. Talk soon.

