Ah...memories....
I have to go back 17 years for the memories, though.
We live on a private drive up a steep hill off of a very curving, dangerous street. We don't get Trick-or-Treaters. We always buy candy, though, just in case. I swear, the kid that finally makes it to my door after all these years is going to hit the "mini-candy bar motherlode."
As usual, though, the day will be very much celebrated at my house.