Again it is All Hallows Eve, and you are thankful that you have a choice about whether or not to eat Corned Beef. It is something that you now decline. Too many bad childhood memories. The air is crisp, the night dark as you escort the group of children from mini mansion, to extraordinary over sized suburban dream.
A group that includes your niece and nephew, along with assorted cousins. You reflect on how much Halloween has changed since you went out as a child.