Halloween was an event on Wilkes Lane when I was growing up. My mom made my costume EVERY year and would love to still have every one of them just because but they are long gone. I started my trick or treating career around 5 or 6 being a ghost (deciding to go at the last minute), so an old sheet with mascara for eyelashes had to work. The evening didn't go so well. I was terrified, wouldn't even to go to the door at my Grandma Dennison's, so I ended up "in trouble" spending the evening in my room playing with Legos.
In the years to follow I came around and Halloween trick-or-treating was great. I went with the Rice girls that lived next door and our Dads always walked around the neighborhoods with us. I was devastated one year when I thought my own Dad wasn't going to make it but he did and came running up the street before we made it off our own street. The night was saved! Then we would always wrap up the night going to the Rices' Grandma's house where she would have a special treat for each of us, even me the "blonde headed" sister.
The combination of homemade costumes and trick or treat bags, glow sticks that I couldn't wait to crack, and memories of adventures with the neighbor girls makes Halloween and trick or treating a very fond memory.