Yea, dad would rake the leaves up and let you jump around in them for a while. Then he'd burn them. It was great fun. Then the next year, he told you that you could do it again. But, you'd have to rake the leaves into a pile first. Huh?

Soon enough you told him you'd outgrown that. He told you that you hadn't outgrown the raking part. So, you got your little brother to do it. He didn't want to but he was your little brother. He did it.

He found the joy of leaf pile jumping before dad set them afire. You'd outgrown it, you thought. Then you decided to give it one more shot. Ahh! So comfortable. So soft. You fell asleep.

You woke up to the smell of something burning. You. Dad didn't see you there or so he said. You learned to keep a closer eye on dad.