Lots of kids stomp the fall leaves in their yard.
Especially after you’ve been raking, there’s no more tempting thing for a small child. With no snow on the ground, they’re just drawn to those fireworks of foliage. Evan was no different; I watched the leaves fly about with pleasant crunches as he stomped. I suppose I might have been angry since I’d spent all morning getting them into a pile, but I wasn’t.
Lots of kids stomp the fall leaves in their yard.
People have told me, in retrospect, about the time when they realized their children were…special. Everyone has their own story about what first caused them to sit up and take notice of the differences, what set their child apart for the others. For me, and for Evan, it was that fall day when he got into the leaves, just as the first snap of cold was creeping into the air. It wasn’t anything in the way he was playing, or yelling, or something like that.
No, I first knew Evan was special when I stood there in the window, watching the leaves fly about outside crushed and flaking, while Evan stomped energetically on the kitchen floor directly behind me.
Lots of kids stomp the fall leaves in their yard.
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