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Graveyard
When I was little (under the age of 8), we lived in Indiana. My whole extended family is there and we did a lot of holiday gatherings. Around Halloween, we would have a big bonfire at my great-grandparent's farm. After roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, we would have a hayride for all the kids. There were probably 10 - 15 of us and we would ride out to a graveyard. Every year I was too scared to get off the truck and venture into the graveyard. Well, one year I finally plucked up the courage and decided I would go. I remember one of my cousins being just as scared as me but we promised each other we would go. I remember having to climb a hill (it may have just been the embankment from the road). Anyways, as we were heading up something comes barreling down the hill at us. Of course, my cousin and I go screaming back to the truck convinced a monster or something was after us.
Later, I discovered that actually someone fell (might have been pushed) and they were rolling down the hill.
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Wouldn't it be cool if we all could tap into the imagination of an eight year old? Your recollection of the graveyard on All Hallows Eve must have been pretty vivid!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if I ever even saw the graveyard. I was so traumatized by the "thing" hurling towards us.
DeleteThanks so much for taking part in #FlashFiveFriday - it's fun reading everyone's posts! I can imagine that would have been frightening. My Dad used to visit a man who was converting an abandoned church - the graveyard was both peaceful and eerie at the same time, even without a hurtling body!
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