“Don’t tell Mom,” I said to my brother Murray. “She’ll kill me!” “I won’t, but what were you thinking? Why didn’t you turn left instead of crossing the busy intersection?” he said scratching his head. “You’re lucky there weren’t any cars coming. Someone was looking...

It didn’t matter which direction I looked, I saw amber, fiery orange and brilliant red leaves swaying in the breeze. The view takes my breath away and I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the smell of fall. As I stand in the middle of the field on top of Harrison...