We dressed up and our excitement propelled us– hopes of full bags of candy for months.
It was the first year we were allowed to go alone. Although, I think secretly your Mom followed us.
We had gone to the first few houses feeling okay. The further we got from home, the more exciting it became; pretty soon I did not recognize any of the houses.
Our bags began to feel heavy, I tried to pretend I could carry it. We would go to one more house.
We skipped up to the house and noticed a scarecrow in a chair. The crow had a pumpkin head, and in its lap was a bowl. Propped up against the scarecrow was a sign. "Please, only take one."
You laughed at him with a deep heartily laugh.
"Take one?! Come on, Liz! What were they thinking!?"
You reached in, with both arms like you were paddling a boat, to scoop up the candy that was so foolishly not protected. All of a sudden, the scarecrow jumped up and yelled, "ONLY ONE!"
You spilled your candy everywhere as you ran from that house.
