I don’t do the whole scary thing at Halloween, but in lieu of the occasion, I thought I’d share one of my fondest Halloween memories before I go and get my candy-distributing wrist ready for action…
I thought I’d ask a little assistant to help me. He was gracious and willing to be in costume for the story. Well, for most of it.
I was reminded of a Halloween when I was little…
My grandmother was given the task of handing candy out to trick-or-treaters while we went out and collected our own.
Before we left, we gave our non-English-speaking grandmother details on how it all goes down: they ding-dong, you smile, give candy, and shut the door.
She said it would be fine, and stared down at the bowl of candy, as her eager grandchildren hurriedly slipped into the night.
As the evening passed, and the street started to quiet and darken, we began to make the journey home with our pillow cases bulging, and itchy costumes twisted and damp with sweat.
When we neared our house, we saw last-minute trick-or-treaters leaving our front door, and the door close behind them.
The closer we got to our door, we noticed strange white-ish objects littering our lawn. Looking around, they appeared to be scattered across the sidewalk, our lawn, and our front step!
Quiet, and confused, we opened our front door, and our surprised grandmother turned around with a knife in her hand.
She appeared relieved to see us.
We asked her what happened and if she was okay.
She said she ran out of candy, and panicked. She ended up scouring our pantry & refrigerator, and gave away half-eaten boxes of cereal, and started peeling, and dropped slices of apples into the bags of the trick-or-treaters.
All the ‘mysterious white objects’ were all the abandoned apple slices and cereal that were left by children on our front lawn.
Sigh, gotta love immigrant grandmothers who try their best to give something (even anything at times) to children in cute costumes…
I hope you liked my (non-scary) story! :)
From both the chicken/monkey and I: