Count me in! As for a Halloween memory.... well, my big sister decided to make me up like Paul Stanley of KISS fame. She spent several days making up the costume and then started to metuculously apply the makeup when I promptly and abruptly fainted... slowly sliding off my chair onto the floor. When I awoke, I had a lovely smudge along the entire side of my face where it brushed against the seat of the chair on my way down. I still went trick-or-treating but looked more like an evil clown than Paul Stanley.
Best memory so far is not of my childhood but my children. We went to a haunted house put on by the local high school. As they jittered their way through all the jump oust and slow walking creatures during the tour, they finally thought they were safe as the guide opened the large double doors going out. There was the obligatory scary old guy with the chainless chainsaw that revved up as the doors closed and he started coming toward us. My oldest girl then about 10 ripped free of my "comforting" arms and ran for a good 1/4 mile without looking back. I was in tears I was laughing so hard.