When I was younger I used to love to trick or treat. (I hate it now because I think people in masks are scary and I am deathly afraid of clowns). My father used to make our costumes every year. One year, my sister, Elaine, and I were scarecrows ( I think MOnica was still just a baby). He made our outfits out of straw and potato sacks and used burnt cork to color our noses. They were the cutest costumes. We went to my neighbors for a party first where we bobbed for apples and had a donut on the string contest (that was hard as i was too short for the string). Then we headed out to get our candy. Mrs. Reichart used to give us a bag of pennies. Really? Thanks for the ten cents! We used to race back to the house and dump all of our candy on the floor, make trades, and eat three pieces. My mom would then take all of our candy and let us eat a few pieces a day. Mysteriously the pounds of candy would only last a few days ( I think she used to bring the extras to work and tell us that we already finished it all!!)
In honor of Halloween, I would like you to blog about your favorite Halloween memory. It can be a favorite costume, or a favorite place you went, or even something nice you did that day (or something scary).
