This is a scene of me and my bros raking up leaves in the fall. My dad would usually dump a gallon or two of gasoline on the pile and light it on fire. Then this huge fireball would shoot up through the trees. I'm surprised the massive elm tree never caught fire! Truth be told, we would usually put off raking the leaves until the first snowfall. Then my dad would scream bloody murder for us to get out there and rake them up. And the three of us would be cursing under our breaths the whole time. Oh, what fond memories!
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