Article Contributed on: 10/23/2006 8:47:31 PM
I still smile when I remember my two boys' first Halloweens.
Ron was not quite 3 years old when we first dressed him up in a lion suit with whiskers on his face and took him down our block.
At the first house, we had to talk him into going up to the door while we waited, but when he saw that they had put candy in his sack, we had to run to keep up with him. He ran right off the porch at one house!
At one home, a man opened the door to give him his treat but Ron turned around and ran back to us. We told him to go get the treat the man was still waiting to give him, but he said no, the man had hair on his face! His first encounter with a beard.
When I was small, we called them "handouts." Anyone else? I was too shy to go to a door by myself but my best friend was not.
Alyce would drag me along all over the nieghborhood. She was not afraid of anything. At one house was a really cranky old lady. She would yell at us to go away. I was scared to death of her, but not Alyce. We went to her door every Halloween.
The only scary movies that I liked when the kids were small was
Alfred Hitchcock's, but I would always make sure the kids were in bed when I watched them. One night,
Bob was working nights and I was watching a particularly scary Hitchcock program. It was set in a wax museum. The bad guy was hiding among the wax figures. When he moved, my two little boys let out a scream and went flying back to their bedrooms. I did not know they were peeking around the corner watching it, too! I probably jumped a foot. I still laugh when I think of it.
Bob and I would join the boys on the floor with all their loot and drool over the candy bars until they would give us some. That is why I like to give candy bars now. Parents need candy, too!