It had to be impossible! There was no logical explanation. And yet, the impossible scene was unfolding right in front of us.
Strange things were always happening in our neighborhood. It was something my three brothers and sister had gotten all too familiar with. After all, we did live on Flamingo Street, where anything could occur. But flying pumpkins?
via The Citizen http://www.thecitizen.com/blogs/rick-ryckeley/10-25-2013/when-pumpkins-fly