
As I stepped of the hay ride I pick my head up and see big, small, round, flat all different pumpkins.I think to myself how in the world will I be able to pick from all these pumpkins. Caught to my attention was the pungent odor of fresh cotton candy. The smell tingled in my mouth as I liked my lips. I ran toward my dad as fast as a cat being chased by a dog. I finally reached him and excitedly asked to help me pick a pumpkin. He smiles and nods his head. I walk up and down the field carfully examing the pumpkins making sure they dont have one single scratch or dent in them.When I finally reach this one pumpkin thats whispering my name asking me to take it home. I decide this is the one. I quickly whisper back sure so that no one would see. I grab it by the stem looking at all sides one last time making sure its perfect. My dad yells from the other side of the field "Its time to go". I run back toward him. He takes my pumpkin from my hand asking if this is the one I want for sure. I shake my head and say yes Im positive. "Thanks dad" I exclaim while I give him a big hug. I hope we can come back next year!