Remember raking the leaves with Mom or Dad and jumping in the huge crunchy piles? That is one of my many favorite memories. The piles would be so big that we would jump our hearts out only to realize there is no mattress underneath the plush pile, only cement. Well, I was coming to terms with the fact that Connor wouldn't have that memory, in his early childhood anyways, because the trees are only babies where we live. But, alas!! My neighbor had raked a pile of leaves, be it small, and Connor jumped at the chance! I didn't even have to guide him towards the piles. He found them on his own...What fall fun!
My neighbor was nice enough to allow our little fella to throw, roll, and run through his neatly raked pile, leaving quite a mess. Lucky for him, Connor was willing to help clean up after all the fun. Thanks Brock! You made my, I mean Connor's, fall season complete.
Come up here next year, Connor! Jason would love a hand raking, and there will be plenty of leaves to jump in! :)
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