trick-or-treating was key to my salvation


I have a newfound respect for trick-or-treating.

Bill and I were sitting on my mother's couch after a perfect Sunday meal of turkey, potatoes, and mom's famous homemade potato rolls - and the last post's question came up.

Mom said, "I remember being eleven and ill on Halloween, and being sorely disappointed that I couldn't go Trick or Treating with all of my friends. So maybe 11 isn't too old.  But 12 might be too old."

Dad said, "I remember going with my buddies at that age.  We still had a lot of fun with it."  (I think someone made reference, here, to how trick-or-treating was at least slightly less mischievous than building pipe bombs and blowing up hillsides - a famous Dad story in our family.)

Someone said, "once you hit Jr. High, you've got parties you can go to instead.  Or scary movies.  Or dances."

Then Bill said, "I was at a Halloween party in High School and we all decided to go Trick or Treating." 

Followed by a chorus of:

"High School!"
"How old were you?!"

"Well, spontaneous trick or treating at a party is different..."
"Did people actually give you candy?"

Bill said, "This was the party where I met the girl who would become my girlfriend and introduce me to the church."  A pause.  "Trick or Treating was key to my salvation."

Which pretty much trumps it all, don't you think? 

2 comments:

Tamsin said...

Agreed. I now have a testimony of trick or treating.

Then again, Bill would never be the obnoxious kind of trick or treater that you would give candy to purely out of fear of what he would do to you or your property.

I think any member of the McCrery clan could trick or treat at age 45 and I would pinch their cheeks and coo "Here, take another piece of candy."

Nae said...

Agreed! If you're wanting to take Perfect-Intelligent-Adorable-Cherub McCrery around this year I'm sure he'll bring in a good haul for you. :)