I have two pine trees in my backyard (or "conifers," as my 5-year-old likes to call them), so I don't get the joy of raking leaves into piles every fall.
Yes, faithful readers, you heard me right. I said joy. I loved raking leaves as a kid because 1. It meant Halloween was close and 2. It meant I would soon be jumping into piles of leaves.
I remember climbing up a tree in my grandparents' yard after placing a huge pile of leaves below and jumping from the seventh-highest branch on the tree (I was a bit of a chicken). I loved feeling the leaves crunching below me as I descended into the crispy pile -- even if I always thought the inside of a leaf pile smelled like cat poo.
My grandparents' had a bunch of trees in their backyard, and I always thought that my leaf piles were huge. That is, until, I saw this video:
But what did you do with them afterwards?
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