I couldn’t be happier that it was finally fall. There was a nice breeze outside, but I only felt it on my ears, blowing my hair in all sorts of directions. I had on the biggest sweater I owned and I had run all the way to the hill across the dirt road. The fall colors surrounded me as I skipped down the hill. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I was greeted by my siblings and the other kids who lived nearby. They had built a huge leaf pile, and it seemed as though they had been rolling down the hill into the leaf pile all morning. The whole time I wondered where Timmy was. His sister said he came out with them, but she lost him. I really sacred the kids when I yelled at her for not watching him because he’s only three, and his mom is always at home taking care of their sick dad. One of the older boys and his friend joked that Timmy was taken. Next thing I knew, I had about eight crying and terrified kids on my hands, and two laughing, irresponsible ten-year-old boys.

        The kids all were silenced when there was a rustling in the trees. Then we heard Timmy, screaming for help. All of the kids started burrowing in the leaf pile to hide while I whispered Timmy’s name and inched toward the noise. I reached the trees and I saw a shoelace dangling from the tree. I looked up, and there sat Timmy with a big smile on his windburned face. He reached for me from the tree, and I climbed my way up to him. He held his football tightly, and he told me that he threw his football into the tree, and he got stuck trying to get it back. I wedged Timmy out of the branch, and I held him as I climbed down the tree. When we reached the bottom, I swaddled Timmy tightly into his jacket, tied his shoes, and sent him down the hill to the others. I quickly ran back home and grabbed a blanket, pumpkin bread, and I made some warm pumpkin spice hot-chocolate.

        I came down the hill to a game of football, and interrupted it for a snack break. They spread out the blanket and placed the bread in the center as I passed out the hot-chocolate. I must say, it had been a rather successful morning, except for the fact that the kids filled up on pumpkin bread, and none of them wanted to go home for lunch. We had all gone home and returned from lunch by 2:00, and as usual, everyone complained of our eminent boredom as we all sat together staring up at the blue sky, bordered by the trees and their autumnal leaves. I recommended a walk to the tree house. They all agreed.

        The tree house is about a mile’s walk away. As usual, we didn’t even make it to the tree house. We had barely even been walking for two minutes before complaining ensued and kids got lost. We went back to the hill and waited for the kids that wandered off to find us. We left a trail of pumpkin bread so they could trail back. After they returned, we all went home, and prepared for another fall day tomorrow, in hopes that we could actually make it to the tree house in one piece tomorrow.