Halloween

When I was younger I would always go trick or treating with my cousins.  Now, I realize how, as my human geo teacher might say, drab that sounds. But, you've gotta realize, my family isn't your regular old (drab) family.   My aunt and uncle together have a grand total of 16 kids.  And let me tell you, there is no better way to breed drama then to throw 16 hungry children of all ages, backgrounds and races into the streets with the promise of candy lingering in their (small) frontal lobes.  

            We would begin by picking partners.  Our parents had somehow concluded that by staying togever, we could avoid eating that dreaded lollipop (the one with a knife stuck in it). I would invariably choose Jasmina, my favorite cousin. After that we'de be free to roam, sprinting from house to house, tasting sweet tastes and screaming so loud that people must have thought we were dying, but really it was the exact opposite. We screamed not becomes we were dying, but because, for once, we were living.  

        On and on we would run. Going and going until far past midnight.  We were too young and dumb to wonder wether people were sleeping.  And too happy to care about the pissed off glares they fired at us.  Looking back, those were my best days.  I was ignorint, and clumsy and prone to saying all the wrong things, but I didn't care. And that's what made it so wonderful, not caring.