This short story was quite funny. I think it captured Halloween pretty well. The main character went as hitler, and he got ridiculed because another girl went as Anne Frank said he killed her. Later, there was a haunted house, and the kid went with an older girl, but he got scared and cried, but then the older kids open the haunted house and think they're having sex. Afterwards, the kid buys a new costume and goes trick or treating, and eats all his candy and goes to bed. This isn't the typical Halloween for a fourth grader per say, but the whole "costume ridicule" and "eating all your candy" is pretty normal. I think that this kid was just trying to fit in and be cool, and he thought that by being hitler, he might get a little attention. He did, but not necessarily in the way he wanted. The whole haunted house thing was a test of the kid's moral judgement. Does he tell the truth and say that no, they were not having sex, he was just crying, or does he lie and let the older girl take the heat to make himself look cool. Not surprisingly, he chooses the latter, and it doesn't seem to affect him that much, even though he receives hate letters from the girl's friends the next day.
One story from my childhood is:
Once I was playing in a park with my family. While my mom was occupied by my hurt younger brother, I jumped off my swing and started towards the exit. I was not quite tall enough to reach the latch, so I tried climbing over the fence. I also was not tall enough or strong enough to pull myself over the fence, so I tried an alternative method. I remember climbing to the top of the playground to try and jump over the fence. I, of course, being a six year old, could not have possibly made the jump. Even so, I still jumped, but I landed on another toddler. I'm pretty sure the toddler was fine, but as soon as I got up, I sprinted back to the swings while the whole playground gathered around the toddler. No one saw, so no one knew it was me.
