One Halloween, when I was in middle school, I was trick-or-treating
with my brothers and some other kids stole our candy.
My brothers and I were about five blocks from our house,
walking up a street between neighborhoods, away from any houses. A car pulled
up next to us, older kids jumped out, there was a scuffle, and they took our
bags of candy. My brother had been picked on at school; it may have been those
kids and their older friends and brothers. It may have just been a random act
of meanness.
We walked and ran the five blocks home.
I was scared. I was frustrated. And I was angry.
I was scared.
I open with this story because I want you to know that I
have very vivid memories of being scared walking home at night.
