Pumpkin carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I1with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a 2that we have to carry our pumpkins back home, and as the eldest child I have an advantage—I carried an 85-pounder back last year.
This year, it was hard to tell whether my prize or the one chosen by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. 3, we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my 4 . All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the 5 event. I'm still unsure now why I forced my head inside the pumpkin, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time. With the pumpkin resting on the table, hole uppermost, I bent over and 6 my head against the opening. At first I got jammed just above my eyes and then, as I went on with my task, unwilling to quit, my nose7prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork forced into a bottle. To my surprise, I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders. 8, my excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was too heavy for me to carry on for a long time. With Jason helping to 9its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest, but in vain. When I pulled 10 , my nose got in the way. I got into a 11 as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was 12 . "I can't get it out!" I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the 13 space.
Eventually, Dad 14 to break the pumpkin with a knife; meanwhile, I realized the camera had been rolling the whole time! My family had an 15 moment that we would always treasure, and my father broke the rule, announcing that both my brother and I were winners!
