In honor of not rushing the holidays and since there are so many Christmas threads lately.........
My favorite Halloween Memory that I always tell the kids:
When I was little, we moved a lot. One year I was really upset because we had just moved to the area and I didn't really know anyone yet to go trick or treating with. I had to go with my mother. (which back then was a nightmare). It hadn't been my most memorable night until we came to an apartment that had no signs of "Halloween Lover". I wanted to skip it, but my mother insisted if she was walking around with me we'd go to every house. Some kids saw us going there and yelled not to cause it was a mean old man, but we climbed the stairs and I was kind of scared. The place was not in the best of shape and was really creepy looking. This old man answered the door and asked us to come in. My mom practically pushed me through the door. Inside his little kitchen was decorated to the nines.
His small round table was covered with small papersacks that he had filled with treats and hand-decorated. Each one was tied up with curling ribbon. On the stove was hot cocoa and warm apple cider. He had candy apples and cookies pilled on trays on the counters. He was soooo excited when we came in. We stayed for just a bit, my mom said it was getting late. When I left I took one of the goodie bags and said thankyou. He insisted I take more and shoved at least ten of the bags into my bag and gave more to my mother. Then he looked sad and said I was the only child to come to his house. I felt soooo bad. I promised to come back next year and bring some friends.
Well of course, we moved again. When Halloween came around, I wanted to go to his house and cried that I had promised him. But we didn't have a car and it was too far away. I still feel bad about it and wonder if he had waited.
My favorite Halloween Memory that I always tell the kids:
When I was little, we moved a lot. One year I was really upset because we had just moved to the area and I didn't really know anyone yet to go trick or treating with. I had to go with my mother. (which back then was a nightmare). It hadn't been my most memorable night until we came to an apartment that had no signs of "Halloween Lover". I wanted to skip it, but my mother insisted if she was walking around with me we'd go to every house. Some kids saw us going there and yelled not to cause it was a mean old man, but we climbed the stairs and I was kind of scared. The place was not in the best of shape and was really creepy looking. This old man answered the door and asked us to come in. My mom practically pushed me through the door. Inside his little kitchen was decorated to the nines.
His small round table was covered with small papersacks that he had filled with treats and hand-decorated. Each one was tied up with curling ribbon. On the stove was hot cocoa and warm apple cider. He had candy apples and cookies pilled on trays on the counters. He was soooo excited when we came in. We stayed for just a bit, my mom said it was getting late. When I left I took one of the goodie bags and said thankyou. He insisted I take more and shoved at least ten of the bags into my bag and gave more to my mother. Then he looked sad and said I was the only child to come to his house. I felt soooo bad. I promised to come back next year and bring some friends.
Well of course, we moved again. When Halloween came around, I wanted to go to his house and cried that I had promised him. But we didn't have a car and it was too far away. I still feel bad about it and wonder if he had waited.
