I’ve never jumped into a pile of leaves.  At least what I recall.  If I did, it probably didn’t end well hence why no memory.  As Mark and I were driving home, he told me that the leaves have been blown into a pile.  He urges me to jump into the pile.  I’m scared out of my mind.  Thoughts of “What if I get hurt?” or “What if I make a big mess and the poor guys have to blow the leaves again?” raced through mind.

“How do I jump in?,” I say.

He smiles and says something along the lines of “However you want.”

“Should I jump on my butt?”  I tippy toe back and forth on the curb, nervous and excited.  In the background, I think I heard “Ready?! Jump!”

I jump butt first.  It was the most exhilarating thing I’ve done.  I run back to him giggling and bouncing like crazy.

He then says, “Now try diving!”

“Head first?!?,” I say.  What if I hit my head?  What if there is a rock?

Mark smiles and says, “Like a swan dive.”

So I skipped back to the spot and looked for a spot to jump in.  Then I did the tippy toe back and forth. And then I jumped.  I lay for the moment feeling the dewy leaves.

“It’s wet! How did I do!? ” as I peek my head from the pile of leaves.  I get up brush myself off and ran back to Mark.

“That was sooo fun! ” te.he.he.he…

As we get in the house, Mark tells me he wishes he had a camera with him.  I asked him why and he says laughing, “When you jumped into the pile of leaves, the leaves were up here and you were down there and the leaves didn’t move.  All of the sudden, your head peeked up from the pile of leaves.”