It was a few days after Halloween, in the evening. I only had lived in my quiet downtown neighborhood a few years and didn’t know my neighbors very well. But the lady across the street had two very nice young boys, one about 13 and the other maybe a bit younger.
That evening, I heard lots of laughing and yelling and peeked out my window to see what was going on.
The boys were having a pumpkin fight in the middle of the street! There weren’t just a few pumpkins. The street was covered with probably 15 or more smashed pumpkins. The first thing that went through my mind was, I hope no one comes speeding through here on a motorcycle.
I quickly called 911 (this was our only option then). I told them I wanted to let them know what was happening. But I also said, these are really good kids just doing something very stupid.