|Roland, Ian and Liz|
The Halloween I will never forget happened when I was six years old -- one of the best ages for trick or treating. A day before the annual ritual, I came down with chicken pox. (My grandchildren will have to google it). I was miserable. If you can believe it, MY VERY UNREASONABLE MOTHER WOULD NOT LET ME GO TRICK OR TREATING! Are you kidding me? Well, I'd show her -- I probably remember that Halloween not so much for what I didn't get to do, as much as what I did. I don't remember EVER behaving so badly. I threw a tantrum. I kicked. I screamed. I blamed my mother. It was her fault, wasn't it?
Well, now I'm 62 years old. I still like Halloween, but I wish I didn't have to get up and down from the chair every couple of minutes to give candy to children I don't know, hoping to have just enough candy so my husband and I won't eat the leftovers. Some of the costumes were cute and a few of the kids took me back in time, but I feel a little bah-humbuggy.
|My Urban Cowboy, Ian|
Maybe it would be better if I lived closer to my daughter's family. They've sent me pictures. How can these not get you in the mood?
|Ian and Preschool Friends|
Well it's now 7:32 -- less than a half hour to go. There was a lot of traffic at first, and I sent my husband for more candy -- candy that it now appears we didn't need. I hope your Halloween was a happy one and that you made a wonderful childhood memory for some little kid. Anyone for a Reese's cup?