I haven’t decided if this is a good thing or a bad thing, or just a thing. A passage of time thing.
First year in many that I didn’t walk around the neighborhood. The first wave went out from our house – the 16-year old Spice Girl with her un-costumed boyfriend and un-costumed best friend. They went to one house and came home. I think she was making one last stab at her childhood, wearing six-inch stillettos. The 17-year old made no effort; she was taking a nap.
The second wave was 12-year-old boy as Tom Morello with nine-year old-brother as a cross between a pirate and an ex-con (thanks, Bill and Pat!), along with 16-year old family friend Robert as a punk kid, 14-year-old Sydni as a punk kid, 16-year-old Dylan as a “Hippo Lover” (don’t ask; I never did figure it out…)
That was it.
When they hit double digits, it’s just not the same.
I stayed home, handed out candy, and thought about my future grandkids.