After a half hour of trick or treating, my mom found us. She had a panicked look on her face. Our folks had not taken into account the fact that neighborhood kids would knock on our door, begging for treats.
The first time that I truly realized how different my life had become after having a baby was when my daughter was just two weeks old. It was Halloween, one of my favorite holidays, and I couldn't wait to share it with our new addition.
Halloween is almost upon us. Obviously, the meaning of this day evolves as you move through life's stages, but it was only during my grammar school years in the 1970s that I looked forward to it with such anticipation.
Halloween is fast approaching and all the excitement that has been building all month is finally going to come to a head on Wednesday, Oct. 31, a night of trick-or-treaters, Halloween parties, monster movie marathons and haunted houses.
So as we approach what I consider a sweet holiday, a suggestion. That you spend an extra few seconds with each of those little doorbell ringers. Try to imagine what it would be like to be their age, going to such extremes to get candy.