I’m by no means the person handing out toothbrushes or bags of pennies that I sometimes encountered when I was a kid, but I do like to break things up a little bit from the sugary sweets that kids find at so many houses on that night of ghouls.
So, in what has become a bit of a tradition, I hand out comic books to kids coming to our door. Age appropriate, of course.
It began with piles of coverless comics that I would buy in bulk from my local comic book store. Often times they were from the 70s or 80s and had lost much value due to their lack of cover. So, the store was just looking to get them off their hands, selling them in piles for around $2-3.
I couldn’t resist. They ranged from talking animals (Disney Ducks, my favorite!) to long-underwear wearing Superman or Batman (the classic derring do-gooders of yesteryear. Not the dark avengers so commonplace today).
And with piles in hand, I would hand out books to kids as they made their way up our front steps.
Another year I was not so lucky to find such coverless treasures, so I would raid 50 cent bins, but that could get pricey. Sometimes I’d just go through piles of comics I didn’t want anymore that I knew would take more time and effort to sell than they were worth.
Then, last year, something quite fantastic happened. Comic book companies and distributors got together and following in the steps of the annual Free Comic Book Day (traditionally in May), began offering stacks of full-color mini-comics specifically to be handed out on Halloween in what they call Halloween ComicFest.
Fortunately for me, my local comic shop was participating and for $5 I was able to purchase a pack of 20 comic books to hand out to the ghosts and ghouls at our door. With different titles to choose from, I spent $20 and walked away with four packs. That’s four different comic titles totaling 80 books. We were well-stocked and fortunately for me, well-received when kids would come by.
Those kids who didn’t care for the comics had a choice of a small, plastic Halloween toy, like a spider-ring or vampire teeth, that my wife had the foresight to pick up.
So, I followed suit this year, with three packs of comics safe for all ages – Archie, Grimmiss Island, and the Boom Studios Halloween Haunt, featuring various short comic stories that are safe for kids but can entertain adults as well. And this year there’s 25 comics in a pack, so I got more bang for my buck!
I really recommend it.
And I won’t lie. When there’s a lull, I tend to sneak a few reads while I’m waiting for the kids.
- the normal fear and apprehension expressed by infants when removed from their mothers or approached by strangers.
- any similar reaction in later life caused by separation from familiar surroundings or close friends or family.
This or something akin to this is likely what you’ll find when you search for the definition of separation anxiety.
When Meg and I had to attend a wedding out of state recently, the little guy stayed with my parents for his first sleepover. It would be the first time he’d be without us overnight and in the days leading up to it, we were constantly worried as to how this was going to go. Would he be grabbing at our legs as we tried to go to the car, grasping for mommy and daddy? Would he not sleep at night because his routine was so off from being with us? Would he be longing to be with mommy and daddy?
When we left my parents’ house, he gave us a quick “bye! Love you!” before swiftly moving on to some toys to play with.
We were having trouble leaving, while he was just living life. We called from the wedding. We checked in. And the entire time he was…fine. At one point, when we called, he told us he really couldn’t talk because he was playing at the moment.
He was completely and utterly fine. We were the ones who were having trouble breaking away.
Why is it that sometimes are kids are better at adjusting than we adults are?