October 31, 1983 I walked to the store with my two preschoolers
because my car was in the shop. We bought bread, eggs, milk, apples and chocolate
chips. On the way home I noticed a few families with small children out
trick-or-treating and suddenly realized it was Halloween. I had no costumes for
my kids or treats for the neighbors. With no money or time, we hurried home,
turned off the lights and hid. A decade later I had a gall bladder attack on
Halloween. I spent the night in the bathroom while my husband took the kids
trick-or-treating. I woke November first to a house strewn with costume parts and empty
candy wrappers. Nine years ago we spent Saturday, October 30 in Las Vegas
(where Halloween was about to happen) and Sunday, October 31 in St. George
(where they’d celebrated the day before). Lest you think I’m complaining, these
were three of my favorite Halloweens.
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