The Memories It Brings

I don’t know what it is about walking amongst fallen leaves, but it always takes me back to childhood. 🍁🍂

When I was a kid, the parkway was lined with sycamore trees and we would rake them up into a giant pile. Then we’d run as fast as we could down the hill and dive into the pile. Just writing this, I can still smell that pile of fallen leaves. And, I remember.

When you walk through fallen leaves, what do you remember? 🍂🍁🍂