Since this was Dent’s first year getting to trick-or-treat we wanted to make sure he enjoyed it. We started the night off with heading to my parents house so my Mom could actually get a trick-or-treater for the first time since I was a little girl. You see, my folks live a little ways out of town and we never had any come visit us for Halloween. Every year my Mom would hope, but they never came.
So I wanted to make sure she had a least one trick-or-treater at her door. He loved it. He walked up to the front door and then strutted straight inside to get his goodies. Afterwards we headed back to our house to trick-or-treat our street. We knew he wouldn’t make it all night, so we just stayed close to home.
I know I haven’t been a kid in a very long time, but I don’t remember Halloween being such a madhouse. Parents just rolling up to a house, kids running out of the cars and straight to the candy bowls then hitting a few more houses before sprinting back to the car for Mom to roll down the street a little more. It didn’t seem fun, it seemed about it was all for the candy. I remember being a little girl and walking the street as a group, which I spent most of my childhood Halloweens with my Grandma handing out candy, but the few years I did go – it was about having fun with friends.
Our little NASCAR driver loved walking up to someone’s house and being handed candy. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of it, but he loved it! He even started waving bye-bye to people as we walked away.