Megan Montford February 2, 2014 Comp I English 1101 WB
Sweet or Salty: How Neighbors Treat Neighbors
My old hometown gave me peace of mind, bonding relationships, a sense of trust, and a way to always see the kindness in people first. My first great memory as a kid was Halloween of 1997 and being able to go door to door with all of my childhood friends without having a care in the world. There was nothing ever scary about the neighborhood I grew up in. Every neighbor lived within walking distance of one another and most you didn't have to knock to even come indoors. Every Halloween all of the kids would gather together, either by foot or by hayride, and visit every house in our area and the lights were always on. My parents never had to worry about whom I was with or even check over the candy because almost every mom in our neighborhood was "our" moms.
Beautiful fall of October 1997 - I lived in a small home located within ten blocks of the friendliest people you will ever meet. This year I was going to be a fairy and my little brother, who was six at the time, was dressing as a skeleton. We all gathered at the court house with a few adult escorts and climbed aboard a long trailer lined with hay. At each stop we came to, the kids would topple over the sides and run to the line for candy. By the end of the night, we would walk home with the other kids following the street lights to our doorsteps. My brother and I would toss all of our candy on the floor to show the jackpot we had collected to our parents. My mom would tell...