11/7/2017 0 Comments This I Believe By Nicole Pinto Every Fall the temperature starts to drop, leaves change color, people start to get excited over something in starbucks and the leaves fall. Those colorful leaves fall in my backyard and all the other backyards across america and that’s the problem, or at least that’s what people like my mom seem to think. As soon as the first leaf touches the tips of the semi green grass in my backyard a rake just “randomly” appears in the doorway of my room. What’s the point of raking leaves, I just don’t believe it’s worth our time.
When my mom tells me to do something I do it because she is my mom and trust me I’d rather wrestle a tiger than get on her bad side. Legend has it the last bad encounter with her didn’t go too well. Just kidding, but still never give mom’s a reason to be a bad cop. So I walk outside with my rusted 20 year old rake in my hand and as soon as I opened the door the cold breeze slaps me in the face sending shivers down my spine and I think to myself “this is going to be fun, just fun.” Standing on my porch I looked down at my backyard covered in piles of leaves and I immediately had the urge to say “nope” and walk back inside to my warm bed, but I didn’t. After 5 minutes of staring at my backyard, I finally force myself to start my task. The dead leaves crunch under my shoes as I walk over them and rake them into a pile. And I don’t understand why people like to jump into the pile, how is that even fun? In my past experience the leaves were always wet and just made me even more cold than I already was, they always had something hard in there like a stick or a rock, and to add to all of that you never know what's hiding in that pile. Last time I jumped in a pile of leaves I was inches away from being bit by a snake. Sorry if I ruined your future jumping experiences. Well anyways after raking my first pile, I looked around and noticed that I had only finished less than a fourth of my yard. Great! I got back to raking and after a while my fingers and toes were numb but the good thing was my backyard was almost done and then I could run back into my warm room. When I was raking my last pile, out of nowhere, my neighbor comes running full speed straight into my backyard and do you know what she does, no? Well, then let me tell you. SHE JUMPS IN MY LAST PILE OF LEAVES! I watch in horror as my perfect pile of leaves fly in every direction , I almost faint. I want to yell at her, but she was younger than me and I knew she would just go tell her mom, so I take a deep breath and start raking again. Finally I was done and walked back inside and collapsed on my couch. When I woke up the next morning I started to walk downstairs to eat my breakfast, and I passed a window overlooking my backyard I was in disbelief. Unbelievable, the leaves were back, those evil leaves. I thought for a second, maybe I was reliving the past, but no it was all real. The leaves had returned to haunt me. It happened again, my mom told me to rake the leaves. And then I lost it, why should I rake the leaves, they're just going to come back again tomorrow and then the day after, it's just a waste of time. And aren’t leaves good for the soil once they decompose? Well I ended up raking the leaves anyways. I feel like my mom doesn’t want to admit I’m right. But no matter how many times I rake the leaves I will always believe that it is a waste of my time.
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