I look forward to taking my son out trick-or-treating every year. I have lots of Halloween memories, mostly happy, some sad . . .
One year — he was in kindergarten or 1st grade, I can’t remember which — I took him out and he was so excited, running from house to house . . .
As he was running back from one house, he slipped and fell right in front of a group of older kids. They were very nice, helped him up, asked if he was okay, which he was, but it really demoralized him.
A couple of houses later, he said he wanted to go home. I asked him if he felt bad about falling down in front of everybody and he said no, he was just tired and wanted to go home.
So I took him home.
He’s 11 now and tonight he and his friends decided they wanted to go trick-or-treating by themselves.
I stayed home and softly closed another door . . .