October meant a lot of things for me as a kid, but one of my favorites was that we'd get to play cornfield tag. I grew up in a very rural farming community, and many of the houses in which we lived were close to cornfields, sometimes butting right up against them. There are few games more terrifying or exhilarating than cornfield tag, in which kids run around near blind, unsure as to whether or not their pursuer was inches from them, separated from view by a wall of crop. Sometimes the person who was "it" would just sit and wait for someone to run into their row. And there was the perpetual terror of getting lost forever, the certainty that you should have hit the edge of the field by now, and that maybe you'd gotten turned around.
If any of us had ever seen a scarecrow in there, we'd likely have wet our pants.