The stories you are about to read are true. The names have not been changed, but maybe they should have been. When I was a child, I was deathly afraid of the garbageman. Ok, you can stop laughing now. If I was playing outside and would hear the far off sound of that crunching, munching machine, I would drop what I was doing and run into the house. As I look back, maybe it was the truck, and not the man, I was afraid of. As a child, I spent a lot of time at the Chavez's house. The Chavez's were more family than friends. Their kids ranged in age from older than my mom, to the same age as my younger brother. I loved to spend time at their house and practically worshiped Bobby and Barbara, the twins that were five years older than me. One day, the three of us were playing outside and you guessed it, the distant sound of the garbage truck was in the air. I ran inside the house to one of the back bedrooms. Suddenly I hear Barbara screaming, she was yelling that the garbage man had her! I bravely ran out the front door nearly taking the screen off it's hinges in the process. I continued down the street as fast as my little legs would carry me, after the big white munching truck, yelling, "Let her go, let her go!" The twins come after me laughing their heads off. They had been hiding behind the couch, while I was running to their rescue. They treated me just like a younger sister. They could torment me to no end, but had my back if somebody else was picking on me. Well, with the exception of this one time. We were trick or treating a few houses down the block from their house. After innocently knocking on the door and saying, "Trick or treat?", a full-fledged scary witch appeared before us. Of course, I was the closest to the door, and therefore, the witch. As soon as I started backing up, she grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the house. While she was pulling on my arm, B and B were pushing me from behind. I started screaming and threw my bag of candy in the air. My mom, who was standing nearby, came running. She told me later that anytime she sees candy corn, she is reminded of this incident, because there was candy all over the witch's doorstep by the time I calmed down. The witch felt really bad and tried to replace the dropped candy, but I wasn't having it. I eventually forgave Bobby and Barbara, and went back to worshiping them. I once was electrocuted with these two, but I've rambled on much too long. Let me know if you want to hear that story. It's very shocking!