For the third year in a row, Cami donned a princess costume & ventured out into the wilds of suburbia to beg candy from strangers. She went out with a slightly older friend, me & the other mom watching from the sidewalk. . .at least most of the time.
Cami took a tumble going down a driveway & needed help finding a shoe in the dark & retrieving candy that had escaped her plastic pumpkin (the only one I saw -- treat bags are the rule around here). The woman whose driveway Cami had encountered walked up to my sad little girl, bowl of candy in hand, and let Cami get what she wished. When we said "Thank you" her immediate response was, "You've come a long way. Where are you from?"
"America" didn't answer her question sufficiently. It turns out that she's married to a Texan & they are thinking about heading back to the States. As we chatted, comparing the crowds and decorations of a pleasant English subdivision at Halloween with the soundtrack-and-"corpse" strewn houses of my childhood neighborhood, I couldn't help but think about how much better I like the restrained version.
But no matter the address, there was a happily exhausted girl to put to bed "late" (after 9) on Halloween night. And happy memories are worth traveling "a long way" for.
2 comments:
Wow, I can't believe they are even celebrating it there at all. It sounds like the British have come a long way! In the six Halloween's I spent there, we got one lonely trick-or-treater!
We never get any trick or treaters here at Oak Cottage. I miss them. Sounds like you had a lovely evening.
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