Dried Leaves: A Sweet Childhood Memory.

Walking across the lawn to go, I stepped on an old brown dried-up leaf. The sound of the crunch of that leaf as I saw what it was released a sweet childhood memory of fall afternoons. Memories of being a child and playing outside, after being released from another day at school. Going to neighbour’s houses, asking permission to take their leaves, must have seemed so funny to them for they didn't understand the wonder of those wonderful dried up leaves. My friends and I would rake up as many as we could find, and start the job of seeing how high to make our leaf tower, when it was just right we would smile then the fun began we jumped in the pile over and over, until all the leaves turned into a powder.