This time of year brings back great memories of leaf piles, trick or treating and Grandma’s strawberry pie (her pumpkin pie was okay but ooh! That strawberry!)
One of the things I’m not keen about growing up is when you have to act responsible when there is work to be done. Forget the raking! Can’t I just jump in those leaves once?
Of course, the other downside of growing up is the forty-year old, big body isn’t taking that jump in the leaves as that ten year-old body. Someone get the ambulance, please.