Last night we took the girls trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. As we were walking down the street our neighbors texted us if we were headed out and they ended up joining us.
Husband and I both think there is something to sticking to trick-or-treating in your own neighborhood. Of course there are no laws about where you go, and you don't have to be confined to your own streets and blocks, but there is something to be said about the Halloween holiday bringing an element of community and neighborly spirit. It's fun to see the houses a couple streets over, warm and glowing with light against a black night and seeing who comes to the door to treat your child. How they answer the door, their spirit, their smiles, the joy your kiddos bring THEM is neat to experience too.
I am waxing poetic here, but I have fond memories of growing up and trick-or-treating in my own neighborhoods. The streets seemed to be busier, livelier, more giggles in the night. Or is it just that those are the memories I held from being a happy little innocent girl? Either way, when I remember yelling out those three little words and being bundled up in a big coat, because most years it was snowing, running from house to house, just one more street we would beg, it warms me.
Here's a few photos we snapped on a neighborhood cup de sac before we headed out.