In for contest 2.
When I first moved to the USA in 1998 I had only been in school for 2 months and I had caught on a few words so I understood a lil bit but couldn't speak english. Took me a very long time to understand what Halloween was. But once I found out that it basically meant free candy I was all excited. I went dressed as the ghost killer like almost everyone at the time when Scream came out. So I went out that day with a friend of my moms and 4 other kids and 1 younger girl who I was scaring the whole night. We were going to this house, I ran up the stairs and there was a chair outside with this huuuuge scarecrow still on it all crooked all I said was COOL because that was one of the few words I learned. Turned to the door and knocked. No answer, knocked again and nothing. I turned to the scarecrow and kicked it in the leg and cursed at him in portuguese. Before I turned my back to walk away, he jumped up and screamed. I fainted. When I woke up he was standing over me and I got scared again and did sort of an up kick
Got him right in the middle of the face. I rolled and jumped over the stairs but before I started running my mom's friend caught me by the shoulder and held me saying to calm down. I was 11 when that happened and I will never forget. I went trick or treat all the way until i was a sophomore in high school but I NEVER went any where close to that house again.