My Pumpkin Dress
On my fifth birthday, a few days before Halloween, Mom made
me a black and orange dress. I called it my pumpkin dress. I loved that dress
and even wore it in the spring to my sister’s ninth birthday party. After she
opened her presents, Mom had a surprise for her. The town firetruck came to
give the partiers a ride. My cousin, about the same age, and I weren’t brave
enough to ride the firetruck, so we stayed behind. Before they left, Mom took a
picture of my cousin and I standing beside the firetruck packed with excited
kids. That picture, later in life, inspired many adventures: spelunking, rock
climbing, hot air balloon riding, zip-lining, white-water river rafting, because
I didn’t want to be left behind, like I was in my pumpkin dress.
Two shy five-year-olds
Me in homemade pumpkin dress
Missed firetruck ride
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