Halloween Memories (youngsters:other, 1159 words)
Author: Pitter Pat	Added: Oct 25 2003	Views/Reads: 4619/2768	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My Halloween exercise submitted using memories from yesteryears.

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disappear. One year my cousins stuck his tongue out at the young man 
when my aunt wasn't looking. He returned the prank followed by a hefty 
laugh that shook the house, and then we heard heavy footsteps scurrying 
up a staircase. 

Soon home baked treats of every kind appeared from their cabinets. There
were chocolate chip and sugar cookies, little tarts willed with 
blueberries or cherries, cupcakes with candy corn on top, and a variety 
of homemade candies. When all was distributed, one of the ladies would 
say, “That's not much,” and add freshly picked red apples. 

With our treat bags overflowing, we got the truck and begin the journey
out their long dark lane.  I will never forget this drive the last year 
I went trick-or-treating. 

The night was very dark; the only light came from the headlights on the
truck. Part way out the lane, two foggy lights appeared through the 
corn stalks looking like huge blazing eyes. It had a mighty roar that 
echoed through the valley. 

A moment late, the old truck stalled and the headlights went off.  The
creature weaved back and forth through the field coming closer and 
closer. 

My aunt screamed and locked the doors of the truck cab.  We tried to get
her to unlock the doors so we could squeeze in, but she covered her 
face and shook her head no. 

One of the older boys thought we might be able to push start the truck,
so we all jumped out and began to push. We had only managed to move the 
truck a few feet when the gigantic creature reached the edge of the 
field. It turned toward us and moved slowly across the field coming 
closer and closer. It let out a huge puff of smoke and we all screamed. 


We again pounded on the truck window, but my aunt wouldn't let us in.
After a few moments, she pointed to the creature behind us and we 
noticed she was laughing. 

We all quickly turned around to find Mr. Fisher's old steam engine
tractor a few feet behind us. With a hefty laugh and a wave, the husky 
young man who had shyly waved at us from behind the living room door 
steared the tractor into the field and disappeared. 

My aunt was laughing so hard she couldn't speak when she opened the
truck doors. Then finally told us to get in, it was time to go home. 

My aunt brought us home, then left to take her children home. I showed
Mom and Dad my treasures and shared the delicious treats. What kind of 
treats did you get... 

Happy Halloween to all! 


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