One of my fondest memories was from when I was very little, six, I think. It was Halloween, and my mom got me a vampire costume and took me out to do some trick or treating. I held her hand very tightly as we walked along the cold, dark streets of our neighborhood, other kids passing by us in their costumes. We would go up to each door and she would knock, and then let me have all the candy. When we were done, I had a pillowcase a quarter full of candy, which I sat on the floor and sorted until I was so sleepy I nodded off right there.