This week on Topic
Tuesday our wonderful organizer, Jeff Adkins, has suggested writing about our
favorite Halloween memory. This one has me kinda perplexed. Don't get me wrong.
I love Halloween. It's probably my favorite season, but I don't have a favorite
memory. Nothing that stands out from all the rest. Not like a favorite
Christmas where a long awaited present was received, or a birthday where you
got everything you wanted.
I have memories of
Halloweens past. I remember the haunted house we went to when I was around 14
or 15. There were four of us, five if you count my sister. It was my best
friend, Angie, her brother, Davy, his best friend, David, and me. Davy and
David were the same age, 12 or 13. They were both taller than us, weighed more,
too. (There is a point here...I promise.)
We waited in line to
go inside. David was standing in the back of our group. He kept moving forward
getting closer and closer to my sister. (You have to understand something here.
My sister. She's 14 years older than I am. It was more like having a second
mother than a sister.) David kept announcing he wasn't going in last every time
he moved. Finally, my sister made eye contact with him before pointedly looking
down. When she looked back up, she told him if he stepped on her foot one more
time, he wouldn't be going in at all. The rest of us watched the interaction
waiting to see what would happen. David maintained eye contact as he replied he
still wasn't going in last.
That was more
impressive than the haunted house.
Trick-or-treating as
a kid wasn't the easiest of feats. I didn't live in a neighborhood. There was
one house on my street where I could go. My dad would take me to my aunt's house
on the street to the east of where we lived. Then I would go to the neighbors
on either side of my aunt, across the street to my uncle's, and Mr. Virgil's
house south of the field next to my uncle's house. Those were the only places I
went as a kid. There weren't any other houses.
When my sister bought
her house in the subdivision she lives in, I was 12. I was on the cusp of being
too old to trick-or-treat. I went for a few years with my niece and then with
my nephew when he came along, but I had stopped dressing up.
These are the only
memories which stand out in my childhood of Halloween. What are yours?
Check out the rest of
the usual suspects here.
Don't have any
ReplyDeleteI don't have a favorite, but I do have a grrrrrr one. This was back when I was in Cub Scouts. I went all out on a costume and one of the guys who wore a sailor outfit had his grandmother offer to be a judge. Guess who got picked over moi? He did. In a sailor outfit?????? I was a very, very cool Darth Vader! That was such a load of horse shit.
ReplyDeleteI went to a haunted house once when I was younger- I don't remember much about it other than the outside decorations were cool. It must not have been very good on the inside though. :)
ReplyDeletelol at the line for the haunted house. well at least you got a short time of fun trick-or-treating. I prefer Jelly Bellies though so I don't expect those.
ReplyDeleteOh goodness, I have A BILLION. I remember being a kid better than I remember my 20's. I have 5 brothers, and on Halloween they were determined to hit the entire city, it seemed. We would start at 6:30 pm and RUN from house to house clear until 11 pm when our pillowcases were half way to entirely full and we had three to six months worth of candy stocked up. Afterwards we'd sit in the living room, sort through our candy, and create "trade stores" where we'd barter away the nasty with each other stuff for our favorite treats. After that the priority became finding a good hiding place so no one snuck in and stole your candy when you weren't looking.
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