I remember when I was 8 years old. I've just arrived in the US, in NYC. Since my was new here, I didn't really speak English at the time. Oct 31 came... and honestly I don't remember if I went for the first year, but the second year I most likely did. I was very introverted and I mean, language barrier lol. So I didn't really want to go. But my mom made me go. So my parents went with us. Me and my older brother was trick or treating. We went uo and down 86th street where there was like massive traffic. Like every kid was there. I was nervoud, and I remember seeing classmates and got even more nervous, felt awkward to see classmated outside of school. My mom was just right by me, and I think I remember that she was trying to hold my hand so I wouldn't get lost, and I keep trying to shake her hand off lol since I felt embarassed, and my father who spoke even less English kinda just loosely followed behind. The entire thing took like 1-2 hours I think we each had at least 1 bag filled (its like those reusable bags you get at Asian supermarkets, you know). When we went home, we kinda just spend the rest of the night counting the candy. Next day in school, that's what a lot of kids talked about.

The memory feels so much more beautiful in hindsight. I really want like... a VR thing to relive memories, I wished that existed. Or like a magical lens that let me see into the past... something like that.

I think I stopped doing trick or treating by like age 10 or 11 I think, I thought it was too childish (even tho I was a child lolol).

Literally thinking about this right now make me happy, it was so wholesome. Didn't have to worry about politics, such innocence.