As I watched a few early fall leaves tumble to the ground 🍁 I decided to reblog this post from last year. The change in seasons always stir up good memories of wonderful times gone by. Can’t you hear the leaves crunch under your feet?
Photo by <Matthew_Hull> at Morguefile.com (altered)
I remember a time when autumn meant hayrides, jumping in piles of leaves, the county or state fair, and pumpkins everywhere.
Going to the fair was always inexpensive fun. A few dollars got you a few rides, a funnel cake, a corndog, and maybe even a caramel apple, or some cotton candy. It was a great place to run free and ditch your parents if you were old enough. I was a big fan of the Tilt-a-Whirl and the Himalaya rides but only considered the haunted house if someone was with me every step of the way. I was never a fan of the Ferris Wheel after getting stuck atop one at Cedar Point in Ohio.
My favorite thing to do, though was go on a hayride. We didn’t have haunted hayrides back in the day because they were on all autumn post harvest…
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