Over the past few weeks of fall activities, we've managed to gather a little collection of pumpkins, cornstalks and a small hay bale that we put out in the front yard surrounding the street light. You know, just being festive and in the season and all that jazz.
When putting the pumpkins out in the yard, so far away from the protection of the house lights, I knew we were asking for trouble. But I honestly thought that it wouldn't be until Halloween night that I saw pieces of pumpkin smeared across the pavement in front of our driveway.
We decided to have Nick wear his costume last Saturday to the parade to "get ready" for Halloween and stretch the enjoyment out for more than one night only. I guess we weren't the only ones with that same thought. The neighborhood kids decided it was time to start their Halloween fun, too.
I guess the whole thing just surprised me a bit. I knew that I was "an adult" now, and have been for some time. What with being married for several years, owning a home, and being a parent. But to see how completely that change has occurred caught me a bit off-guard. To have gone from being that kid sneaking around smashing a pumpkin or two with my friends, thinking nothing of it, to the adult standing in the front window, frowning down at the broken bits of gourd in the road, wondering if it would be safe to get a replacement.
I'm guess I'm not in Kansas anymore. And haven't been for some time now. And am happy I'm not, but it's still a bit of a shocker to fully realize it.
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Kids are rude now days like you said you expect it on halloween night but not until. Thanks guys for a fun sat night just sitting around with the girls and watching movies i haven't done that in a long time. You will have to let me know when we want to do it again. Oh thanks again kristi for the awesome book i went to walmart to get the next one but didn't have it so i am on a mission to stillwater target will for sure have it. lol jody
I love the post and feel the same way. Some days I still feel 18 and want to smash some pumpkins myself and then I find myself talking about taxes, mortgages, etc. and have to stop and say when did I grow up?
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