I would leave the house, and there would be kids sitting in the entryway in the dark, half-whispering: "Chewy monster, come! Chewy monster, come! Chewy monster, come!". Immediately I remember how we as children called the gnome-sweet tooth, and someone from our circle secretly bit into a sugar cube instead of the gnome...))))

Childhood memories have a special way of staying with us. It's amazing how simple moments can turn into lasting traditions and inside jokes. Embracing these memories can bring us closer to our past selves and the people we shared those moments with.