Finding a little bit of Halloween magic through fatherhood

Guy Dossi, Sports Editor I had a good childhood. My formative years were not much different from those of most people. I played Little League, spent my days outside until it was dark and came up with any excuse not to go to bed when I was told. There wasn’t much I missed out on that I look back on with sadness. However, there was one day of the year when I always felt left out: Halloween. Needless to say, my mom wasn’t a big fan of Halloween. And because we lived out in the country on a dark road with no sidewalks or streetlamps, our area wasn’t conducive to trick-or-treating. So, between my mom not liking Halloween and our area not having much trick-or-treat action, Halloween was just another day on the calendar. And honestly, that always kind of bummed me out. I only went trick-or-treating once in my life, and it was when I was 19 years old – much too old to be going door to door for candy.

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