As I suspected, all attempts to photograph the rest of my Halloween yard decorations in operation failed. You'll just have to take my word that everything worked perfectly, a fine time was had by all, and trick-or-treaters seemed more numerous than in most years.
My favorite was a boy who came with his father and admitted he'd been too scared to approach the door on past Halloweens but had finally mustered the courage now. The stout-hearted lad was very happy and proud of himself, while I was simultaneously horrified and gratified. I never meant my wee ghosties to be scary in the slightest but, at the same time, it was kinda cool to hear that. Ringing my doorbell was a rite of passage for him. I'll take that.
Y'all'll just have to come over next year. Everyone's invited.
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Well, I hope you gave him extra candy. LOL
I think it would be fun to work up your courage over a year or two and finally make the Big Move! Sounds like one of those Jean Shepherd moments that seem so absent from too many kids' neighborhoods, and lives.
What Mike said. Kids are so so overexposed to violence and gore via tv and video games that there seems to be little capacity among them for experiencing good, old-fashioned "halloween-scared" anymore. That you allowed him to, and then he overcame it on his own, is really quite sweet.
Mike and Ronnie, thanks for the insight. That's a very nice way to look at it. Lynda, I am generous with my candy to a fault.
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