My favorite thing last night was hearing gleefully over and over from the little princesses and Harry Potters, "oh I remember this house, you gave us popcorn last year!" It made me really happy that they liked the popcorn and that they remembered.
I don't remember a whole lot from my childhood but I recall we dressed up and went out into the night to score candy with our pillowcases in hand. We didn't go home until they were at least half full. That was back in the day when moms made popcorn balls and homemade cookies for Halloween.
When my son was little, my mom made elaborate costumes for my sister's kids and he got to wear the hand-me-downs as he was the youngest. They were great costumes and back then I was thin enough that I could wear the bear costume she made for the oldest kid. I secretly loved putting that costume on and driving to my job at the bank. That was back in the day when people actually got dressed up in costume at work and enjoyed the festiveness of it. How many times do you get to see a grizzly bear driving a pickup truck?
I saw a witch or two at my work place yesterday and wish I had worn my "doctor coat" and blingy heart earrings from the party we attended on Saturday night. I went as "Dr. Love" and handed out Hershey Kisses along with prescriptions for hugs, etc. My hubby mohawked his hair in honor of a good friend who wears her hair like that everyday. It was a hoot!
I love it that snagging popcorn from my house is part of somebody's memory now. As I go along in life, I realize that everything we do and say is subject to another's memory. Every interaction I have with others, whether it be human beings or animals, matters.
Be kind always.