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August 18, 2010

Early Halloween experience --- almost my last Halloween experience...


   I was five years old and it was the first year out on Halloween without one of my parents dragging me around. Of course, this meant my older brother Mick was taking me because I was still too young to trick or treat with just my friends. I'm sure my brother was really thrilled being stuck.

 But I was excited beyond belief! This was the first time I could do some serious kick-butt trick or treating. I was bursting inside just thinking about how full to the brim my orange cloth Halloween bag with the black handles and pumpkins painted on it would be getting. Not only that, I had another brother who hated all things associated with nuts, and so later I'd get to snag all of his Snickers, Payday's, Baby Ruth's, Boston Baked Beans, Hershey with Almonds, Mr. Goodbar --- all kinds of great junk!

    When we stopped at the corner of our street — 4th Avenue and Cedar Road, the busiest street in town other than Route 30, I suddenly pulled away from my brother’s grasp and bolted across the street.  Apparently, I was too anxious to wait one second longer and with my stupid cheap skeleton mask covering my face and obscuring all peripheral vision, I couldn’t see a thing… Just then, my brother screamed my name at the same instant a car screeched its brakes trying desperately to stop before it painted the pavement with me. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights — a kid in the headlights — I didn’t have time to be scared as it all happened in a split second. Luckily, the road wasn’t wet and the car’s bumper stopped about one inch from me. I immediately turned and ran back to Mick — never so glad to see him as I was at that moment…

 No words were spoken and we just looked at each other --- for we both knew that it was my Superman costume that saved me...