As a young boy, I would lie on the cool autumn grass, looking up at all the colored leaves falling from what seemed like giant trees. I told myself I couldn't move no matter what as leaves of every size and color fell around me, beside me, and if I was really lucky, in my open mouth waiting. When I grew tired of that game, Id raked a pile of leaves, and with a running start, I landed in the middle, completely hiding myself from my mom's call to supper. In the evening, I would gather the best leaves tucked safely in my coat pockets and carefully place them between sheets of wax paper, which I would then take to school tomorrow to enter in the best leaf competition. I love Autumn and all it brings with it, like pumpkin patches and hayrides: Apple cider and candy corn. Trick-or-treaters and carved-out faces on pumpkins of every shape and size. It's too bad it doesn't last longer, but one thing is sure: Autumn will give up its splendor to make room for a winter wonderland and a year to think about next year and all it will bring.
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