The Simple Pleasure of A Haunted Hayride

Rocky Parenting

hayEvery Autumn since I moved to Connecticut twelve years ago, I enjoy a Halloween ritual that is yet to grow old.  The haunted hayride at Stew Leonard’s. Participants young and old, board a tractor amid bales of hay and are transported through an underground cavernous world of eerie ghoulish figures, though this year a tribute to Derek Jeter was added to the mix (no doubt by a Yankee fan who assisted in the design).   In past years, I have always enjoyed this activity with my two sons, often bringing along one or two neighborhood friends as well.  However, for two boys now thirteen and fifteen, sitting on a tractor with their mother at their side among mostly elementary school children and toddlers no longer evokes the thrill of yesteryear.  In fact, I am sad to say that I had to bribe them each with the promise of an ice cream cone to partake in this morning’s ride.  “If I see anyone from my class I will die!”  said my oldest…

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Published by Kathy Simmons

I am an ex New Yorker who still misses the vibrancy of the city. I seek out the humor in every day life and relay it through my stories in the hope others will appreciate as well. I love to write about growing up with my fantastically unique Irish mother whose memory inspires me every day. Although she is no longer with us, her antics are an endless staple for my tales. I currently live in Connecticut with my husband, two sons and toy fox terrier Anabel.

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