




Thanksgiving morning Nels and I were asleep in my old bedroom, on a bed far too small for two people. My mom came in and said hurry and get ready your dad had an idea in the shower that we are going to go up to the property and smash pumpkins. She was very excited about the whole thing. So we jumped out of bed got dressed and headed up to the property. (My aunt and uncle and parents have a few acres up past Heriman, Ut, however you spell it) We met my cousins, aunt and uncle, and brother Greg at Aunt Lynda and Uncle Stephen's home in Riverton. And we were headed off. We we standing in the snow and throwing them over our heads granny style. Nels was the first to throw and his technique was imitated and nobody really thought to do it differently.
When we had thrown all the pumpkins we decided that we would use the bats that Uncle stephen had brought, for some batting practice. It was totally wicked!!!! Everytime you hit a chunk of pumpkin it disintegrated and showered you with orange mist that smelled like of course a delicious pumpkin. At one point Nels was up to bat and hit the chunk and a piece the size of my fist came flying towards me and smacked me right above the knee. It hurt like crazy!!! Man that boy is strong!
We finished up and headed back to our homes to cook dinner all covered in pumpkin puree. Nels and I were really glad we didn't shower before we went. Yes, we did come home and shower!








