And that means it’s time for a blog challenge. Once again, I’m taking part in the October Memoir and Back Story Blog Challenge, run by Jane Ann McLachlan. I had a lot of fun with it last year, so I thought I’d try it again. It’s a little bit different this time around, but I don’t mind.
The theme for the first week of October is childhood memories. I always feel like I don’t remember very much about my childhood; I think I blocked out a lot of it in a misguided attempt at coping with my mom’s illness (which you can read about in posts from last year’s challenge here and here). There are times, though, where I think I remember more than I realize, and that thought has worked its way into at least one of my stories.
Today, though, is an absolutely beautiful fall day. It’s rather warm for so late in the year – the high today is supposed to be in the eighties – but it doesn’t feel hot outside, unless you’re standing in the sun. The sky is a brilliant shade of blue and, after some recent showers, the grass is looking greener than it has in months. I noticed on my way to work this morning that the leaves are starting to turn, and it’s days like this that take me back to long walks home from school as a girl.
My elementary school was five blocks due south of my house, which always threw me for a loop because south was uphill. In fact, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t throw me a bit to this day. 🙂 Anyway, I walked part of the way by myself (or with my sister, once she started school) and part of the way with my best friend, who lived a few blocks away. When the leaves had turned and started piling up along the street, we would walk home in the gutters (instead of on the sidewalk like we were supposed to), shuffling our feet through the leaves. We shuffled along till they built up to our knees, then kept shuffling till they all blew away.
Occasionally, we’d rake up all the leaves that collected in our yard and put them into huge piles. Then we’d drag our picnic table over and jump off into the leaves, just to rake them back up and do it again. Our neighbors occasionally burned their leaves, and there’s nothing quite like the smell of leaf smoke to say, “Welcome to Fall!”
The season of sun and s’mores may be over, but that doesn’t mean the fun is. What are some of your favorite fall fun memories?
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