Fall is rolling in. It's has never really been a favorite season for me. The red and yellow leaves may be beautiful and the fall fashions may be amazing, but there is always that cold chill of death in the air. That feeling that summer has finally ended. Every time I step on a crunchy leaf, my tan fades a little. My crystal clear lake has become cold and is now covered with dead leaves. The sun has completely forsaken me, leaving a gray hue to linger upon my drab days. My playground of mountains have frozen over with white caps. Summer has always been the epitome of freedom. When the sun is shining, all my dreams can come true. Fall is like the bell ringing, telling you to come inside from recess. Snap back to reality. The fun is over.
No. Not this year. Fall... you will not dictate what I can and cannot do. I will carve pumpkins, go to corn mazes, haunted houses, and I may even bake a pie. You have not won. You don't own me. The cold (until the snow hits) will not slow me down. My defroster/heater may not work in my car, and I may not have an ice scraper for my windshield, but I will find a way to show you that you can no longer push me around.
 |
| General Conference |
 |
| Corn Mazes |
 |
| Carving pumpkins |
 |
| Haunted Houses! |
 |
| Rupes! |
