From the time I was a child, I have always gone trick or treating. (Yes, I grew up in a Christian home and yes, I know what some people think and this post is not about that so just save it.).
It is one of the best times of the year. In my childhood neighborhood, we knew almost everyone so going around was just saying "HI" to the neighbors. There was always Lynn and Leslie's big brother and their friends who made a haunted house with of a bowl of spaghetti and peeled grapes. The Holmgrens always had a movie playing full screen in the front yard and Mrs. Smith made homemade donuts.

We made the rounds in two hours. The bags were overflowing with candy. Hopalong had to empty his bag into a smaller one because it was too heavy to carry. Masks were dumped because in typical Texas style, it was hot on Halloween. Actually, it was a perfect night.
Butch is a Clone Trooper, Sundance is Bobo Fett and Hopalong is R2D2. (You'll remember it is his favorite.) I bought costumes this year because I was just not up to making them. Our neighbor was Darth Vader. Grandad, Auntie and Uncle Mitchell drove along in the Halloween Support Vehicle (aka Grandad's minivan). We ate great hotdogs (Hebrew Nationals) for supper and Ruffles chips. (my favorite)
I know there are many places where children are not safe. I won't even let my kids go around the block by themselves but this one night a year, our neighborhood resembles the one that reside in my memory and I am thankful.

