At the age of 9, JT was in 3rd and 4th grade. I loved this age because there was enough maturity to make for some interesting conversations and enough of a boy to make life a persistent adventure. We played a lot of baseball that year and watched even more.
I thought of this earlier in the week, when 18 year old JT acknowledged that he would need a coat for the coming Winter in Massachusetts. Age 9 JT disliked wearing a coat and only did so when there was enough snow to warrant such insulation.
For Halloween that year, JT organized Grandma to make him a Scottish kilt, complete with 18th century men’s blouse and a tam o’shanter-style hat. He felt quite fancy and was so very pleased with the costume.
These days, I plan my own Halloween costume and look forward to handing out candy to the neighborhood trick-or-treaters. It’s fun, though not quite the same level of excitement as having my own trick-or-treater.
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