Yesterday was Halloween. While I was busy getting myself excited, carving Jack-o-Lanterns, making pumpkin seeds, putting my halloween hat on I couldn't help but remember when my brother and sister and I were young and we would go trick or treating with our dad. It was the best thing ever. We'd go out in the cold, fill up our pillowcase and make a stop home where our mom would have hot coco and pot pies waiting. This Halloween wasn't like that. With the halloween music playing, candles lit I waited. A few kids at a time would come and claim their candy, but it still didn't feel the same. When I drove home to my house the caravans from Detroit where dropping off their loads of kids still. Maybe I will stay at my own house next year and it will feel much more like Halloween with dozens of kids shouting Trick-or-Treat before they run back to their safe vans and cars or maybe once again I'll travel to the suburbs of Michigan where trick or treating is ruined by the countless dark porches and Trunk - or- Treats that are hosted by schools and churches nights before the real thing even happens. These are times when I wish I could go back in time, just to relive my childhood again in bits and pieces.
