The Pumpkin Patch

The smell of fall was in the air.

I loved the colorful leaves

crunching under my feet.

Life was so simple back then

when my only worry

was which pumpkin to take home.

I jumped out of the car

and ran up to the old pumpkin patch,

My parents called my name,

telling me to wait.

My pigtails blew in the wind

while I waited for my parents to catch up to me.

Dad disappeared and came back with a little red wagon,

just my size.

As I hopped in I yelled, "Faster!"

as my mom pulled my down the long aisles of pumpkins.

I gazed out into the sea of orange pumpkins,

who were just waiting to get a new home.

After what seemed like hours to my parents,

I pointed and squealed, "That one!"

To my parents' surprise it wasn't the biggest one in the patch,

it was the littlest one with a cute and stubby stem.

Perplexed, my parents asked me why I chose such a little pumpkin.

Using my 2 year old mind I exclaimed,

"It is little like me!"

My parents nodded their heads,

smiling, and paid for my new treasure.

As we left I proudly carried my new baby pumpkin to the car.