Pumpkin(南瓜) carving at Halloween is

在万圣节雕刻南瓜是一种家庭传统。我们每年十月参观一个当地农场。在南瓜领域，我与三个兄弟姐妹争夺最大的南瓜。我父亲有一条规定，我们必须将南瓜带回家，作为长子，我有优势-去年我带了85磅的磅。<br><br>今年，很难说我的奖金还是我14岁的哥哥杰森（Jason）选择的奖金是冠军。不幸的是，在忘掉它们的内部之前，我们忘记了权衡它们，但是我决心证明自己的观点。我们所有人都在厨房的餐桌上努力工作，我妈妈正在拍摄年度活动。现在，我不确定为什么我认为将头顶入南瓜会解决该问题，但在当时似乎很合理。<br><br>将南瓜放在桌子上，最上面的孔上，我弯腰将头压在开口上。起初，我被卡在我的眼睛上方，然后，当我继续执行任务时，不愿放弃，鼻子短暂地阻止了进入。最终，我设法将自己的整个脑袋塞进去，就像被塞进瓶子里的软木塞一样。我能够拉直肩膀上的巨大南瓜。<br><br>我的兴奋是短暂的。南瓜很重。“我现在要放下它，”我说，在杰森（Jason）帮助支撑它的重量的同时，我弯腰摆在桌子上，将它放在可以休息的地方。只有当我试图移开我的头时，我才意识到出门要比进去要简单。当我用力拉扯时，我的鼻子被挡住了。当我用力按在桌子上时，我惊慌失措，试图寻找合适的角度来回移动头，但这没有用。“我不能把它弄出来！” 我大喊，我的声音在封闭的空间里听起来不自然。

万圣节的南瓜雕刻是一个家庭传统。我们每年十月都会参观当地的农场。在南瓜田里，我与三个兄弟姐妹竞争，寻找最大的南瓜。我爸爸有一条规矩，我们必须把南瓜带回家，作为最大的孩子，我有一个优势——我去年背着一个85磅重的南瓜。<br><br>今年，很难说我的奖品还是我14岁的弟弟杰森选择的奖品是中奖者。不幸的是， 我们忘了权衡他们之前， 拿出他们的内部， 但我决心证明我的观点。我们都在厨房的餐桌上努力工作，我妈妈正在拍摄这个年度活动。我现在不确定为什么我认为把头放在南瓜里会解决这个问题， 但当时似乎很有意义。<br><br>南瓜放在桌子上，最上面的洞，我弯下腰，把头靠在开口上。起初，我被卡在我的眼睛上方，然后，当我继续我的任务，不愿意退出，我的鼻子短暂地阻止进入。最后，我设法把我的整个头，像一个软木塞（软木塞）被迫进入一个瓶子。我能够拉直与巨大的南瓜放在我的肩膀上。<br><br>我的兴奋是短暂的。南瓜很重。"我要放下它，现在，"我说，在杰森帮助支撑它的重量，我弯下腰在桌子上给它的地方休息。只有当我试图去除我的头， 我意识到出去会不像进入那么简单。当我用车拉，我的鼻子被弄在路上了。我陷入恐慌， 我紧紧地压在桌子上， 移动我的头， 试图找到正确的角度， 但它是没有用的。"我不能把它拿出来！我喊道，我的声音在封闭的空间里声音不自然地响亮。

Pumpkin(南瓜) carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I compete with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a rule that 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 chose by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. Unfortunately we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my points. All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the annual event. I’m unsure now why I thought forcing my head inside the pumpkin would settle the matter, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time.With the pumpkin resting on the table, hole uppermost, I bent over and pressed 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 nose briefly prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork(软木塞) forced into a bottle. I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders.My excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was heavy. “I’m going to set it down, now,” I said, and with Jason helping to support its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest. It was only when I tried to remove my head that I realized getting out was going to be less straightforward than getting in. When I pulled hard, my nose got in the way. I got into a panic as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was no use. “I can’t get it out!” I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space.<br>