As a child I remember the excitement in the air as that holiday drew closer. We each got to pick out our very own pumpkin and carve into it whatever funny face we wanted. Then we'd pick our costume out at the local dime store. When Halloween finally arrived, us kids would get more and more excited as darkness crept upon our small town. We'd transform ourselves into little goblins of the night and run through the fallen leaves from porch to porch in search of the best goodies. It was always a special treat if we got a popcorn ball or a nickel in those days. At evenings close, we'd peel our sweaty masks off, find a spot on the living room floor and dump our plastic pumpkins out, patiently waiting as our parents inspected the goods. When the OK was given, there was no holding us back. Our only hope was not to get tummy aches from eating too much that night.