Falling leaves

October 22, 2003

A few weeks ago, Mom and I were walking to the movies on one of our perfect Girl Days. We get together once every few weeks to go shopping, see movies and eat out. The outings are sometimes as simple as a trip to Walmart and a cruise through the In-N-Out drive thru, but they’re always fun. That afternoon was one of the first days that really felt like Fall. I remember that clearly.

As we were walking, I noticed a leaf lying on the sidewalk. There were no trees on that block, so it must have blown over from a neighboring street. The golden leaf curled up at the corners. I could tell it was crisp for crunching. Maybe Mom could, too, because her sandle-clad foot stomped on it.

The leaf crackled beneath Mom’s foot, and a grin snuck up her face.

“You’re like me!” I exclaimed. “I love stepping on fallen leaves.”

“No, Christine,” she said, “You’re like me.”

“Oh. Right.”


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