A Fond Memory: My Very First Pumpkin

 

I remember as a kid when I attended the day care center down the street on a corner from the block where I lived.

It was a 3k and pre-k early learning center -“the first step towards college and career readiness”- their logo reads- that is still in operation today at the same location.

During the late 70’s or early 80’s, they scheduled a school trip for us young students to explore. Our parents were welcome to come if they desired.

My mother attentively came along.

A school bus picked us up directly in front of the Charles Drew Day Care Learning Center.

We were all headed to the Pumpkin Patch!

There was a large farm field of pumpkins that were laid out all for us children to choose from. Our very own to take back home.

I ran my little body out into the open land, not afraid to journey independently to hunt.

 

 

I will never forget that day. It was exciting, educational, inspiring- and mommy was right there beside me for the experience.

I picked out a cute, perfect little pumpkin that was just right for me.

When the time came one day at home, because I did not cut into my adored pumpkin right away, my mother guided me as I carved open the head of the pumpkin to take out the pulp, fibrous strands, and seeds. My mom instructed me on how we did it together.

Afterwards, I carved two eyes, a nose, and a mouth into my pumpkin, then placed the stem back over the pumpkin as a hat.

My pumpkin lasted for a long time, from the beginning to the time it was finally ready to be thrown away.

 

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Riding The Waters

 

The first time I remember riding on a boat I was very young, about seven or eight years of age.

It was on the Manhattan Circle-Liner I rode with a group of family members.

They had come up to visit from Virginia. They wanted to tour around the New York City waters to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and other attractions.

During childhood I also visited Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania where I rode numerous water-rides all day. The fun I had! I loved water-rides back then.

I have been on boats a few times as an adult. There is no excitement to it unless I feel myself moving on the vessel.

At the age of sixteen I was bored as can be down inside the Staten Island Ferry as I rode with friends while we hung out in Manhattan on Independence Day.

My friends at the time and I were chaperoned by an adult.

We all came to see the fireworks that year in the early nineties. We walked the streets of Manhattan enjoying ourselves until one or two in the morning.

It was not until I came up to the top outside of the Staten Island Ferry that I was able to feel the boat as it swiftly moved upon the waters.

We rode the Ferry just for entertainment that night. Years later, the guy who chaperoned us (a longtime family friend) took me into Staten Island by driving on the Verrazano Bridge when I was in my early twenties.

There was a CruiseShip planned for a family reunion years ago, I did not attend that gathering, though.