The crew of college-age kids who swayed up to my door belting out Sweet Caroline with fabulous emphasis on the Bum-bum-bum! parts.
The little girl across the street who explained every part of her costume to me in great detail and with fantastic enthusiasm.
The middle schooler at the end of the night who came back for a second handful after I said he could take as much as he wanted. He asked with a please.
The two teenagers who came up without costumes and sheepishly put out their hands while staring at their shoes. They put their candy in their pockets. I said, "You're doing this wrong. If you're going to hit this neighborhood, you need big bags because you're going to score." Huge smiles and thank-yous and have a nice Halloweens.
The lady who came up with her toddler and an infant in a Bjorn carrier, who reached out for a Reese's "for the baby." Life is short, Mom. Take the candy.
The two teenagers who dressed themselves in moving boxes to go out for the night. "Do you know the difference between big kids and little kids," I asked. They looked nervous. "Y'all meander. Little kids run. They know where it's at." We decided next year calls for smaller boxes so they can run too.
These kids grow up so fast. Such a rush to be adults and do adult things and act so much older than they are. I love when the big ones ring my bell on Halloween in a shy, giggly mess. Be kids. Be kids as long as you can. You can have as much candy as you want. (But you get extra for Sweet Caroline).