It truly is sad that I never carved pumpkins before the year of 2013 (I was 20.) Though I don’t understand what people enjoy about digging squishy pumpkin guts out of a big orange thing, I had a lot of fun despite the odd things I felt. The texture was just strange and I made the worst mess I could have made. C carved a reaper out of his and I carved a mermaid. It looked like the picture for the most part —- kinda. My best friend carved a pine tree. My pumpkin broke and rotted within the week. What a bust. It was nice watching it glow in the dark and seeing it on the balcony every time I came home though.