I doubt there are many people who are as eager for fall as I am. But it’s not hard to explain. Summer is the season of high temperatures, and I can’t stand the heat. I hate stepping out of the shower on a supposedly “cool” morning, and sweating so much five minutes later that I need another shower. I’m not a fan of shorts or baring my legs; I would wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday for life if my family let me get away with it.

Autumn is the more comfortable season, to me. Longer and thicker clothes, pumpkin pie, apple pie/juice/sauce/cider, fall festivals, Thanksgiving, hay rides, school’s back in session, and my birthday. It starts with the Grange Fair (a local county fair that I grew up going to), and ends with Christmas. So excuse me if I smell what I think is burning leaves, and get frustrated that we’re “only halfway through July”, and I grumble away. It’s because we’re two months away from the best time of the year. And summer can’t end soon enough.

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