My birth certificate must be wrong. It says I am 50 and quickly approaching 51. That simply ca not be. I feel 18 sometimes and other times, I have'nt even seen my teens yet. Why do I say this? It is Halloween again. A time when children dress up and go door to door screaming "Trick or Treat!!!!!" They hold out their bags in hopes of having them filled with goodies enough to last until Christmas. They are 1,2,3,4 ... They are 10 and 11 and 12 years old. Their faces are colored with paint and some are covered by masks that look like goblins or witches or vampires.

 And then... there is Me. I am taller than the others. I have walked the same streets on Halloween as they walk now. The people have changed in some of the homes but the candy is still the same. I have beena Nurse and a pirate and a Frankenstien monster. I have appeared as Superman and Batman and even as a little old man. Halloween isn't just for the kids. We have a huge party after the Trick or Treaters have gone home and the porch lights have been shut off, indicating there is no more candy.

 My children are grown and so now, I walk with my grandchildren and my sisters grandkids. We walk the same street as she and I did as kids. They run to the doors and yell "Trick or Treat" and hold their bags out. I am excited. I watch them run and hear them yelling "Thank you" as they race to the next house. I look in their bags and steal a tiny Kit Kat or mini Snickers and I smile. MMMMM is the only sound I make. People smile as I walk by, me, dressed as a giant bumble-bee, stinger and all. Kids giggle and point and I laugh to myself. I run with them to the next house and stand at the door with them. I help the smallest of the grandkids open her bag and say "Trick or Treat" loudly, right along with the others. And then... Yes!!!  The lady, smiling at all the kids as they run from her doorway, reaches into her bowl of goodies. She takes our a Reeces Peanut Butter Cup and I mini Mounds bar. She smiles at me, this huge Bumble-bee, surrounded by tiny kidlings, everywhere. She smiles again and hands the candy to me. I thank her and smile big for her. I place the candy in my pocket and run down the steps to head for the next house.

 50 years old???? Where? Only on my birth certificate. You are Never, ever too old to be a kid again. You are only too old to Trick or treat if you allow yourself to be. I simply won't. Go out tonight. Get a costume and put it on.  Walk with the kids and feel their youth. You might be surpised at how young you feel. That... is my Halloween!