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Nancy Roman

Halloween Guilt: How I Scared The Crap Out Of An Eight-Year-Old

Happy Halloween!

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It was unintentional.

But I should have known better.

It was the Fall of 1974. I was a senior in college and doing my student teaching in Puerto Rico.

(Yeah, yeah. You’re doing the math and figuring out that I was 23. So I took a few extra years in college.  So what? I liked school. I stretched it out a little. Just up to the point where my parents lost all patience. Then I reluctantly graduated.)

So anyway, I’m in Puerto Rico, teaching English in a private school, and living with a family from Indiana. To tell the truth, as a Connecticut native, I had less culture shock with the Puerto Rican environment that with Indiana wholesomeness.

But I digress again…

So anyway –  again –  there were three kids in my temporary family. Flossie was in college like me (okay, a few years younger). She went back to Ohio…

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  1. You scared me and I wasn’t even nearby.

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