Looking Back: My Earliest Halloween Memory
My earliest Halloween memories go back to when I was five-years-old and my brother three-years-old. We wore the costumes of the time (early 1960s), those store-bought costumes with the plastic masks. He was cute as a button in his Sylvester the Cat costume. I wore Tweety Bird.
Dad took the two of us to a few houses on the street, each of us having to adjust our masks frequently so we could actually see out of the darn things. There we walked, the three of us, Dad in the middle and each of us on either side of him.
As we were on the home stretch -- and I can see this as clearly in my mind's eye as if it happened yesterday -- my brother began to cry. We stopped walking so Dad could determine what was causing the tears. My brother's trick-or-treat bag, made of paper, had been dragging along the pavement as we walked. Lo and behold, there was a hole in the bottom of the bag and all the candy had fallen out.
I never could stand to see my brother cry, so I soothed him and told him I'd share my candy with him. The tears stopped and we arrived back home where my mother helped me share my "loot" with my brother.
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