My grandad was seriously against people ( read, children ) diving into crunchy piles of dead leaves. He would narrate horror stories of them concealing deadly snakes and deadlier scorpions. Till date , piles of dead leaves evoke pictures of fear . I have often stopped kids from playing in them , but now I hold my tongue , seeing how much fun they have .
In fact , I nurture this secret desire to be able to dive into a pile of leaves myself , one of these days . I might produce some strange looks , and people might whisper behind my back , addressing me as _”that crackpot old lady , who thinks she is a child.”. I can imagine the look on people’s faces , when they say that.
