I remember my dad had an old (1940’s) blue truck that was parked on the street between the towering maple trees that fanned out over our yard in front of our house. My sister (who is 21 months older than me) and I used to love to jump in the piles of maple leaves my dad raked up in the fall. You could only jump in the leaves on a sunny day. Wet leaves were no fun because they soaked you to the bone. Also, there were bound to be great big slugs amongst the leaves.

I still fondly remember the smell of maple leaves in the fall. I’m sure my dad didn’t mind raking the leaves up twice for his kids to play in. I’m sure I wouldn’t…much. It’s a shame we don’t have giant maple trees in front of our house now. Even more a “shame” that there are no maple leaves for daddy to rake up every fall…over and over again. 🙂