First time I hung laundry

The air was brisk and golden treasures draped the ground it was a normal October day. I awoke unaware of what the day had in stored for me. I lived with a large family in a green cape cod and my neighborhood was filled with kids. We had a clothes line in our backyard that I have never seen my mother use, in fact the lines were gone but the hooks still remained. It was a Tuesday evening, the night my mother and grandmother would bowl in league, which left my father in control. My father loved to watch the Milwaukee Bucks, so he would kick us outside to play, that left him in peace. Which brings us back to the brisk air and the golden treasures the draped the ground. Fall and leaves, leaves everywhere. The full neighborhood gang got together and made the worlds larges pile of leaves from a two block radius. The pile got higher and higher with every bag or can full of leaves. We stationed the pile right in front of the empty clothes line pole. The pile was finally finished with the joy of us all. I climbed the step ladder we took from the garage and climbed to the top of the pole and jumped. Arms stretch out in front of me and eyes closed waiting for the soft crunchy landing. But no there I hung, suspended by the waist line of my pants. Laughter filled the air! What a fine mess I was in! My brother Gary ran to get help from my Father. My Dad came out with a huge grin on his face and said, “Who hung this laundry out to dry?” He carefully lifted me back up onto the pole and called it an end to our leave pile jumping for the night.