Date: 8/12/2019
By montyroz
I was a teen boy climbing a steep hill in search of a pumpkin patch that I'd heard of. At the crest of the hill I found a house and a garden; a woman lived there. She saw me and invited me in for tea. Afterwards, she showed me what I was looking for: her fabled pumpkin farm, where she grew pumpkins. I had some sort of romantic inclination towards this woman and when I came back later with my friend to prove the exiatence of the pumpkin patch, we ended up kissing.