Halloween, long ago.
The ‘pack’ of neighborhood kids, dressed in homemade costumes, parading down the streets.
Those kids, waiting for the homemade cookies, caramel apples, real apples, popcorn balls, an occasional candy bar or block of Double Bubble gum.
Laughter, skinned knees, carrying your fussy toddler sibling the last couple of blocks.
No vandals, no chunked pumpkins, no worries, no fears.