Halloween is here.
The best holiday of the year.
The rest could go away and never come back.
I really wouldn’t care.
Growing up in Spokane, on Altamont Boulevard, the houses were old and so were the trees. There were large areas along the circle where the parking strips were planted with maple trees that reached across the street. The branches created a living vaulted ceiling. Come fall, the leaves would be raked into huge piles and left for the garbage trucks to pick up. How they did it, I’ll never know. It happened while I was at school. The temptation of those giant leaf piles were too much for my sisters and I to resist. You would get a running start and jump before disappearing into the pile. I can remember bringing a rake so we could make the pile higher and keep jumping. A few times I just stayed in the leaves, breathing in fall, staying hidden. I don’t remember anyone ever coming out to tell us to stop. Those were the good ole days for sure! The first time I saw leaves put into bags for the garbage trucks to pick up (they were orange plastic and made to look like jack o’ lanterns) I was so mad! It was like being told for the first time that the world was no fun.
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