when i was a kid, i believed in the great pumpkin in addition to santa, the easter bunny, tooth fairy and every other make believe holiday legend. granted, i was very gullible but in my defense, my parents did everything possible to insure my little imagination went wild.
my dad would actually go to the pumpkin patch and pre-purchase a pumpkin for me. he'd write my name on the bottom and hide it in the midst of the the other 300 pumpkins. when i'd arrive, i'd search high and low to find my very special pumpkin brought to me by the great pumpkin.
as an adult, i still get a kick out of going to the pumpkin patch - even though it's much cheaper to buy a pumpkin at the grocery store. i no longer expect to find my name on the bottom of my special pumpkin but i can't wait to carry on the tradition with my child someday.
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