We circled the same streets, over and over and over.

This has been our route, our path, and our home, for as long as any of us can remember. Trick-or-treating to the same houses, for as long as any of us can remember.

I took it for granted, how safe we felt then. There really was a beauty in the familiarity of it all. We knew every house and every family. Even if you did get lost, you had no reason to feel scared. Even on Halloween. Your family, along with at least two others, would find you shortly after.

It isn’t something you think about as a kid -- how wonderfully privileged you are to be so deeply loved. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I loved fall so much at such a young age. I associate times of leaf jumping, bike riding, trick-or-treating, and racing up hills with that subtle feeling of security -- the feeling of home. Those times felt gentle and sacred, even if I wasn’t fully aware of it then. Something about fall evoked a feeling of security. A feeling of warmth, despite the cold. A feeling of rediscovering a song you cherished as a kid. A feeling of soft blankets and hot chocolate. A feeling of returning home for college break.

I took it for granted, how safe I felt then. How Halloween made me feel.