Halloween, 2009
We really liked Mischief Night better than Haloween. We could, and only slightly illegally, upset trash cans, soap windows, break street lamps. Your sweet Aunt Floydie even threw a neighbors lawn furniture into their empty swimming pool. Seemed a bit extreme. Said she didn't know why she did it.
I upset a neighbors ash can spilling ashes all over the street, then lied to him about it. I guiltily peeked around the curtains to watch him clean it up.
Maybe Mischief Night didn't really contribute to our maturity. After all, we really never had parents. What do you expect?
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