When I was younger, Halloween was definitely a favorite time of year. A roly-poly child with chubby cheeks, a bowl cut, and a natural talent for charming a crowd, I was a popular trick-or-treater with the neighbors. In fact, there was a frequent inclination for them to give me extra candy 'by mistake,' which, of course, made my siblings and friends jealous. I would take my stash of candy, and to avoid my brother and sister stealing it, or perhaps even worse, my Mom taking it to ration it to me, I hid it in a drawer in my bedroom. Candy and I were close, to say the least.
[cue sound of door quietly closing and the sound of candy wrappers being torn open]