A Halloween Story–a story of my best friend

We were barely 8. I know you were 7, but maybe we were older, too.
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.