The Pumpkin Patch: A Short Story

I step out of my car, and onto the gravel parking lot. Looking around, I notice the eager children frantically pulling at their parent’s hands as they walk into the pumpkin patch. Almost immediately a nostalgic sense of happiness sets in. That warm fuzzy feeling inside my stomach is impossible to ignore at this point as the memories of my childhood flood in. This feeling remains constant throughout October, November and December but it is strongest in October. Something about pumpkin patches makes me so happy. The calmness of nature meets the loud and crazy outburst of an excited child as they take it all in. As I walk through the entrance I see rows upon rows of pumpkins waiting to be picked, almost as if that is their life’s purpose. I smell the barn and farm animals mixed with cider and popcorn. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to when I was a child on a field trip to the pumpkin patch and relive it all over again. I remember the old pumpkin patch I used to go to as a child. I remember the long gravel driveway you took that leads back to the farm and the lake with the small dock that I’d sit at with my friends when the day was almost done. The giant field with every size of pumpkins you could imagine. Once you picked a pumpkin you’d walk across the way and into the barn which was transformed into a craft …show more content…
After that you were too old and they stopped taking us. For years after that I tried to find this pumpkin patch to go back to just to reminisce on the fun times I had. Unfortunately, it was torn down so I will never see it again. But I still remember everything about it and looking back and thinking about it still brings that nostalgic feeling everyone is addicted to. Every time I step outside and feel the cool fall breeze I’m brought back to that time. I wish they would tell you that you’re in the good old days when you’re in it, because with one blink, it’s