This Halloween memory of old was told to me by my husband, Brent. Enjoy!
‘member that time when I was really too old to trick or treat, and I knew it was probably my last year of going out, so my buddy Jeff and I decided to go for the mother load?
‘member how we didn’t have costumes so we just put on masks and we decided to hit every house in the big metropolis of Sibley? Yeah, well, we went out early and stayed out late and we probably each got about 12 pounds of candy in our brown paper bags.
And then member how after Jeff went to his house and I was still about two blocks from mine, a souped-up car of big high school boys started to follow me…and I started to get nervous…and I started walking faster and faster…and then how they finally jumped out of their car and tried to get my candy?
Well, I had worked long and hard to get that much loot, and since I knew I couldn’t outrun them, I decided that it was my candy or my life. And I chose my candy. So, with fierce determination, I dropped to the ground , put a cradle hold on the bag, and rolled over into a ball while the big boys pummeled and kicked me. Finally the headlights of another car exposed the evil deeds of these boys and I ran home bruised but triumphant.
I ate candy for a very long time that year. And the high schoolers didn’t.
And I never went trick or treating again.
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