Seeing the rash of photos posted on Facebook and other places online brings back a slew of memories and makes me realize — surprisingly so, to some degree — that I miss the days of my children getting dressed up in costume to go out to gather candy from neighbors and friends.
By the time Patrick, Molly and Megan came along, the days of letting kids loose at your front door and telling them to hit the street with their costumes and candy bags had disappeared. The period of being fearful of someone placing razor blades or needles in candy had passed, for the most part, because it actually happened only a handful of times over the years, but that didn’t keep the legends from growing and urban myths from being created.