I gazed over the cornfields and saw read and yellow leaves falling from pine trees. I saw carved pumpkins covering several houses’ porches. Haunted houses spread all across the neighborhood with scarecrows surrounding them. It was Halloween morning and there were already people trick or treating. There were mummy costumes, green goblins, and joker costumes.
My mother drove me away from the forbidden houses and took me to my grandparents’ house. I took out the Hershey’s chocolate bar I had left in my pocket. I ripped open the wrapping and took the delicious chocolate out. It was nearly all melted, but I still ate it. It tasted delicious.
I smelled the cherry pie that my mother had brought with us to my grandparents’ house. As we arrived, I jumped excitedly out of the car and ran to the front porch. I saw my favorite cousin and sprinted to her, hugging and squeezing her tightly. She smelled like my grandmother’s cooking, and I charged inside the front door and ran towardsmy grandmother. She picked me up and spun me around; after all I was a heavy four-year-old. Her kitchen smelled delightful, and I knew I was ready to have the Halloween dinner I always wanted.
I ran back outside to my mother and help her with the bags of food. It was noon then, but the five hour drive from Fresno went by so fast, I felt like it was still morning. Grandpa’s Pine let go of the orange leaves attempting to fall for hours. I saw Grandpa gardening, and I jumped all the way over to him. He hugged me very tight and I squealed with excitement. Thanksgiving was coming early that year.
“Abby, we need to pick up Spencer,” she said. Spencer was my brother. “His car is in the shop. Oh, and your other cousins are on their way over.”
“Mommy, let’s live with Grandma and Grandpa! Their house is so much fun.” I told her.
“Not now,” I remember clearly when my mother and father talked about how they were going to move into my grandparents’ house. We never did, but we moved into their neighborhood. My older brother lived by them and we wanted to spend more time with the family. “Let’s go, Abby, he’s waiting for us.”
“I want to go with Kendall,” I replied to my mother. “I like her car more.”
“It’s okay, she can come with me Aunt Jessica. Besides, what’s better than hanging out with a four-year-old little girl?” She said cheerfully. My mother shot her a confused look.
I hopped into the front seat of the Ford. “Woah there, what do you think you’re doing, little girl? You’re too young to sit in the front seat. Get in the back.”
“Fine,” I said. I got in the back seat of the car. Kendal drove away from the parking slot. My mother was driving right in front of her, leading the way.
While we were driving, I saw scary teenagers throwing toilet paper, eggs, and smashing pumpkins. Kendall saw and stopped the car, running really fast to the teenagers. They ran away, but not fast enough for my cousin. She was in the track team in her senior year. She was twenty-one years old. I got out of the car, running as fast as my four-year-old legs could run, which wasn’t very fast. My cousin jumped and landed on the teenagers.
“I swear, it was his idea, please don’t call my mom,” the girk teenager said, “I get good grades in school, I don’t do this sort of thing.”
“Hey you wanted to hang out with me. If you really like me, then you would figure that you should hang out with me. It was mainly her idea, Miss.” The boy teenager said. I was still running towards them. I tripped over the sidewalk, and fell flat on my face. As Kendall came running to me, the two teenagers tried to run away, but ran into a tree and knocked their heads on a branch.
“Where do you think you guys are going? I’m not done with you yet. You caused my four-year-old cousin to fall. Seriously, you guys are jerks. What makes you think this is school? You’re only thirteen or fourteen, right? Was it a trend in middle school? It’s changed that much there? Where do you live?” Kendall questioned them.
“I live right here,” the boy said. Kendall shot him a sarcastic look.
“Okay, if you live right herre, let’s knock on the door,” she said, and knocked on the door. The two teenagers had guilt plastered onto their faces. “What are both your names?”
“You guys crack me up,” Kendall said sarcastically.
“We were hoping you didn’t know who they were,” the girl said.
“I don’t think you know who they are,” a lady appeared at the front door of the Halloween decorated house. “Am I wrong? Oh no! Look at what you’ve done to my house! Matthew, don’t you think about telling your mother you didn’t do this. Cathy, sweetheart, I don’t appreciate you trashing my home. You are my grandmother and you will respect me. You are not to hang ou with Matthew again. Am I clear? Now clean this mess. As for you children, thank you ever so for stopping them. Would you like to help me pass out candy to the children?”
“It was no problem, Ma’am, but we have a dinner to attend. We must hurry. Oh no, we’re already late. It’s time to leave! Goodbye, Ma’am.” Kendall shouted.
Instead of driving to my brother’s house, we drove back to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. But as soon as we arrived, everyone was already there waiting for us. My mother rushed to me frantically.
“Where were you? And why is Abby so bruised?” My mother questioned us. Ken explained the story. I saw my brother and my cousins.
I hugged my brother as tight as I could. I hadn’t seen him for two years! “Abigale, you call that a hug? I haven’t seen you in forever!” His beard scraped my face as I hugged him even more.
I saw my cousins and ran to them, giving each of them a hug. I had to be the youngest child in the family. There was no one my age there! Everyone was eleven years old or older.
My mother dressed up in a vampire Halloween costume. I knew what that meant. “Are we gonna go trick or treating now? Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes!” My mother nodded and grinned a wide smile, flashing her sparkly white teeth. I ran up the stairs and got dressed in a matching Halloween costume. When I was walking down the stairs, something startled me.
“Daddy! I tought you were in a business thingy.” I managed to say. My articulation wasn’t clear and I could barely speak, and I’m surprised now that I could’ve spoken at all when I was four.
“It’s thought, Honey. And the business trip got cancelled. It’s going to be family time now!” He was dressed up in a vampire costome also, so we were all matching. Later, Spencer put on a vampire costome, too. We went trick or treating after that.
We walked around the houses and lookes at all the blood dripping from costumes, a whole bunch of candy corn, gooey cuts, pointy knives, Slenderman masks, and fooly pajamas. It was awesome.
“Abby, you better not eat a single piece of candy,” my mother told me. Later that evening, we all went back to the house and had our dinner. The dinner was perfection! I had roasted turkey with mashed potatoes, my absolute favorite meal. They made me hot chocolate, but all the adults had wine. My hot chocolate was creamy and delicious.
“This was the best dinner ever!” I shouted. I realized that day wasn’t about the dinner I wanted to have, but about my family. They help me, share their love with me, and care for me, until the end of time. After the dinner, I layed in bed, thinking about the floating menorahs we will set on the piano in a couple of months. I thought about how amazing the dinner was, and every little detail and how much effort was put into the food. Then, all of a sudden, I drifted into a sleep. In this certain sleep, I dream of what it was like to have that dinner all over again, and then what it would be like to be four years old again. I became nostalgic.