Ghosts and Such

I wish I was 8 years old again, getting ready to dress up to go trick-or-treating.

I wish I had the excitement and anxiety I felt as I thought of the scares and treats I would receive. I wish i was mentally planning my route, so as to get the maximum amount of delicious candy.

Skip the old lady who gives out carob, go to the old guy in the wheelchair whose maid in a stiff white uniform would give out big bags of candy, served from a silver tray.

Fill up my BIG plastic pumpkin, run by the house to empty it, then go out for round 2.

Then when I was older, getting and joints when I would take my little sister out because she was to small to go out by herself.

I wish I was eight again.