I love seasons.

It is a great time of year. The leaves are starting to fall, the grass has to be mowed less often, the air is getting cooler, and school is still fun and exciting. Everyday I walk home from school with my friend and it is great. We both love crunching leaves and sometimes we will race to crunch the biggest ones. We go on walks a lot too. The cool air is always really nice and sweet. I don't think I have a favorite season. Each one brings me back to good memories and sweet holidays. They are a part of my life. Each town celebrates seasons a little differently, but some of the best seasons were celebrated in Walnut, Iowa.

I was young when I lived there. I remember the football games, cheering with the cheerleaders, drinking hot chocolate, and causing trouble with my best friend. It was great. It was a small town and everything was a lot more personal to people there. The people in the stands were not only parents and grandparents of the football players, cheerleaders, and band members, most were Walnut High School Alumni's. It was great, it felt a lot more school spirited then it has anywhere else. It was a great place to be a kid.

Winter, oh winter. Every weekend before Christmas the whole town would gather at town square and watch the lighting of the huge Christmas tree. The snow would be all around, but it would be worth it. Santa would be at the Christmas Store (yes we had a Christmas Store) and all the children would go tell him what we wanted. There was always the holiday home decorations that night too. It was fun to drive all around that small town looking at all the bright lights and moving reindeer. I learned the truth about Santa in that town, but the holiday's were so magical, it didn't really matter.

Spring was wonderful! I loved walking home in the spring. Everything was so green and luscious there. The flowers were brighter there then anywhere else I have been before and since then. It smelled amazing. Every Easter there would be an egg hunt at city park. There would be different age groups for all the kids. I was in girl scouts at that time, and we were the ones who had to fill and hide all the eggs. It was really fun. It was great walking down the streets after a good rain storm. The memories are so great there it's a shame we had to leave.

Summer's weren't extra spectacular there. I think summer's were the best in Sumner, Iowa, but Walnut did have a few good ones. We moved to Walnut in the summer. It was hot hot hot the day we decided to move in but it was a good day. The next summer we moved from our rental house to a big house with a big yard on the outskirts of town. That was good because I was a lot closer to my best friend. Me and her rode our bikes every single day. We would also go to the pool a lot. There wasn't a pool in town, so we had to go the neighboring town to swim, and it was great. The third summer there was very uneventful. I don't remember anything mega exciting that happened. I played softball, but that's about it. The next summer was the first time I went to camp. It was for church, but it was so fun it was amazing. I made a lot of friends and I still talk to a few to this day. The summer after that, I moved. Summer's are a strange time. It is when most life changing things occur.

I love seasons, and as you now may understand, I don't have a favorite. They all are so enjoyable, and great things always happen, it's hard to choose just one.