Posted 29 October 2003 - 10:47 AM
When we got home we would spill the giant piles of booty on the floor and our parents would help us inspect all of the wrappers to make sure none were opened. Of course we lost a few soldiers that way, but they were just collateral damage from the heavy bag jostling around.
As far back as I can remember, my parents tried to teach my sister and I charity when it came to our Halloween bounty. My father and mother would tell us we should separate half of our candy for the poor kids who lived in Milton (the town where my father worked) who didn't get any candy this year. My sister and I would go through and make two equal piles -- and we tried to be equal about everything -- including our favorite candy bars. We didn't just give the junk we didn't love to the poor kids.
After several years of our Halloween charity tradition I happened to be in my father's office in Milton about a week after Halloween. His bottom desk drawer was partially open -- just enough light peaked in to the dark drawer to reveal candy wrappers of every shape and color. "Poor kids in Milton!?" I said.
My father grinned from ear-to-ear and his eyes lit up -- he loved pulling one over on us. The "charity" tradition would continue as long as my sister and I trick-or-treated. I realize now that my mother and father's little ruse did serve two very noble purposes. First, it got half of the over-abundance of candy out of the house, and secondly, my sister and I really did believe for several years that we were bringing some candy/happiness to kids who couldn't get candy.
Looking back, I guess the ends justified the means. Just some thoughts for our Ghostvillagers who are also parents. Happy Halloween!
Posted 31 October 2003 - 08:34 AM
Posted 02 November 2003 - 09:34 AM
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