As I drove into work this morning I was thinking of Halloweens as a kid. You know we never went to a stranger's house trick-or-treating, nor did we walk anywhere. I grew up in the country where houses were few and far between. Mom and Dad would load us up and drive us to the homes of family and friends. In and out of the car. It was especially fun the year my cousin dressed as rubik's cube and we had to pry her out of the backseat of our old Nova and then shove her back in. We weren't quite into the 4-door sedan era.
In high school I hosted an annual Halloween party that became the event of the year. Most of my friends lived in "neighborhoods." A drive to our house was often mentioned with some reference to Children of the Corn. You know it's good when your invitation includes directions that say turn off the paved road onto the dirt road. We had a bonfire and a wagon ride to old Uncle Wankus' house. Haunted house, that is. We roasted marshmallows and ate cupcakes and generally ran around like kids, big kids. Fun times.
What are your favorite Halloween memories?