When I was a kid, I lived in on a farm. Our driveway was a half a mile long. It was an ideal place to live 364 days of the year.
On Halloween, my mom drove us around on little roads to homes of people we knew. We piled out of the car, our neighbors plopped full size candy bars in our bags and we piled back into the car.
Walking from house to house on Halloween is what I saw in movies and on TV. I always felt like I was missing out.
Trick or treating through our neighborhood, even in the rain, is everything l I thought it would be as a kid. We pass groups of costumed kids, knock on doors of people who answer dressed as monsters, and come home with a ton of loot.
2013 Costume Round Up
Here is the delicious costume that was being built in my last post.
Next, the driest of costumes…
No surprises here…
And for the second year in a row…
Last night after my candy soaked kids were asleep, I looked through my photos from the evening. Although I had some of my firefighter and ladybug, I hadn’t just stopped them and said, “Look over here.”
So, the well lit photos of the kids are from this morning. They were happy to put their costumes back on on relive the night.
2 thoughts to “141 & 142 : 365 It Was a Dark and Rainy Night…”
Beautiful photos. So sorry I wasn’t here to greet Ben Hur kids on Halloween–a family medical emergency pulled me away.
I always enjoy your photos and the stories and thoughts you share along with them. So glad your inner child got to have fun trick or treating with your outer children. 🙂