There's just something about Halloween that makes me think of my childhood home. I can clearly remember the old man across the street who always grew a pumpkin patch in his back yard. We would sneak over there and sit our little bums down and wait for hours as the night fell for "The Great Pumpkin" to arrive. I remember the warm orange glow from the windows of the houses as twilight darkened the autumn skies. I remember the sliver of moon that hung over my best friend's house. I even remember seeing the man in the moon! I didn't care for much candy even back then. It was the spirit of the holiday that found a place in my heart from way back then until now.
My house today has very much the same feeling as my childhood home (by design of course). The only thing missing for my daughter is that old man's pumpkin patch that stole my heart and gave me the fondness I have today for Fall. I hope my daughter collects these childhood moments in her soul and tries to show her own children how it was for her to grow up in her childhood haunted haven! Happy Halloween to all!
