One of my earliest memories is going trick or treating with my brother when we lived in Cornelia, Ga. We were probably 3 and 10 at the time. We walked up to a house and this little old Irish man opened the door. He made a fuss over the "wee fairly folk" as he called us. Russell and I cut our eyes at each other and then we started backing away slowly. I think we got the candy from the nice old man, but that ended our evening.