Memories of Halloween Your house smelled of pine cones and cinnamon. There was a lit candle flickering on the white tiled bar in your kitchen and your mother was standing above it. I was greeted by flurries of cat ears and witches hats and the smell of cheap polyester Halloween costumes. I remember the way my feet stung just walking across the street to your house because my boots were too big and the way my pointy generic witches hat kept falling down over my eyes. It smelled like rain that night, and only a few kids were out. I could count the number of houses that were celebrating that year on one hand. It was only six 'o clock PMMemories of Halloween
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