Nightmare Night 2017

I love Halloween. I sat on the porch and passed out candy. My husband hates doing it. He'd rather leave a bowl of candy outside then lock the door.
My mother used to take us Trick or Treating when we were little. We once lived out in the country and my mother drove us to all the folks we knew. We made out like bandits and the people we visited fed us too. We had jelly sandwiches, milk, apples, cookies, etc. At the next to the last house, my mother finally ordered us not to ask for anything to eat! When we got there, our hostess asked we wanted anything to eat. I said "Yes, ma'am." My mother was ready to kill me! (Well, at least I didn't ask)
I remember when I was in first grade, it was the day after Halloween, the principal came on the intercom and told us a girl at the school had died. She was struck by a car while Trick or Treating. We all observed a moment of silence. It was weird. I kept thinking of the girl (who I did not know) walking down the street in a costume then getting run down by a car. It was the first time I realized that little kids can die.
I still love Halloween. The good memories out number the bad.