Fall memories go back to college days. In the fall, we always had home coming. One year I was with a team for making pyramids. I just remember the cool fall weather.
In later years, my kids loved to rake leaves and jump in them or they would take turns covering each other in leaves. Some times we would make a leaf house. We would spread the leaves out to mark rooms and door ways.
A couple of years a go we went to Holy Hill. They have a tower. I don’t know if I ever made it to the top (as a kid), but I did enjoy the scenic fall view from as high as I could make myself go.
Memories of Fall always remind me of the burgundy leaves. What is you favorite memory of fall.