The Beaucoup section writes about some of their favorite fall childhood memories.
Isabelle Brumley
Beaucoup Editor
I have many childhood memories associated with the fall season. One memory I have is going to my hometown’s pumpkin patch. As a child, I always loved visiting this particular pumpkin patch because it featured a lovely hay bale ride and people dressed in Halloween costumes. I remember taking a lot of pictures on my mom’s old camera, which was like 10 years old at the time.
Another fond memory I have is attending our Halloween/Thanksgiving parties in elementary school. Every year, it never seemed to fail that we would have sweets galore and watch “Casper” or “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” Usually, during this time of year, in kindergarten, we would have a day where we would eat Thanksgiving dinner with our families at the school. I always loved the days when my grandma would come celebrate with us.
I have always truly loved the fall season. From the weather to the pumpkins, it never fails to appease me.
Morgan Parker
L’Acadien Editor-In-Chief
When I was a kid, during early October, my family would often travel to Gulf Shores, Alabama, during the small extended weekend at the end of each quarter of school along with the cooler weather.
My grandmother and I always loved looking for comb jellyfish to save by throwing them back into the ocean. I was told they don’t sting you. I don’t know how true that is but I haven’t been stung yet.
My dad and I would also go boogie boarding in the waves close to the shore because the waves weren’t high enough and I was too young to know how to surf. It was so fun, though, the sunburns not so much. My family saw who could collect the best shells in our little buckets, and at night we went out in the sand to try to catch and release little moon crabs. I hope we can go back one weekend in the future.
Caitlyn Comeaux
Editor-In-Chief
For myself, nothing reminds me of the fall season more than certain foods. Both of my grandparents have large gardens where they grow much of their own fruits and vegetables.
As a kid, nothing was more fun than getting to help pick, process and eat directly from their gardens since early fall is when so many crops are in season.
My maternal grandparents grow butternut squash and pumpkins; freshly roasted pumpkin tastes so much different than store-bought, canned pumpkin purée. My paternal grandparents have a huge fig tree and they use it to make their own fig jam. Every time I go to their house to help pick them, figs would already be falling off the branches from how ripe they were.
Even now, nothing beats freshly prepared fall produce, and I can’t wait until I have the space to start my own garden one day.
Jenna Kimball
News Writer
My favorite fall memory is when I was younger and my dad told my little sister and I to rake the leaves in the front yard. The leaves were everywhere.
They were orange and brown and I liked the way they crunched when I stepped on them.
Some of them could be put under the tree in the middle of the yard, but most had to be thrown away.
After raking for a little while, we got bored and wanted a break, so we decided we would make a big pile with all the leaves and jump on it like people do in the movies sometimes.
We knew that it would mean we’d have to re-rake them, but we didn’t care.
We made a big pile and jumped on it and immediately realized that leaves do not cushion the hard ground very well.
We laughed about how dumb of an idea it was and went back to raking until all the leaves were gone.