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I have many wonderful “memoiries” of Halloween as a child.  It seems that I couldn’t wait to fill up my pillow case full of great pieces of candy as my friends and I canvassed the neighborhood.  We liked it when the neighbors would give us the “good” candy, you know what I mean…not the homemade kind that my mother would diligently toss out, but the hersheys, snickers, almond joy and the likes.  The worst part of Halloween for me as a kid was the fact that my mom would always make me put on a coat over the top of my costume…sometimes you couldn’t even tell what I was supposed to be!  I remember one time I was one of the monkeys from the wizard of oz, another time raggedy ann or a hobo.  Last year when I was living in PGA West there wasn’t even one trick or treater who came to my door!  I guess living in a gated older community there probably aren’t a lot of children in their cute costumes, but I do miss the little ones!  I asked one of my student’s this week who has a young son what he was going to be for Halloween this year and she said a storm trooper.  Isn’t it amazing that my son, Kurt, who is now almost 21, was a storm trooper when he was in 3rd grade!  Amazing that somethings will always stay the same…

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