I was probably 11, maybe 12 years old. I had spent the evening trick-or-treating with my friend, BJ, in his neighborhood. BJ's family were a little more well-off than my own (maybe a lot more), so he lived in a pretty nice suburban community. I, on the other hand, lived in the middle of the boonies, surrounded by cows and trees. I had one neighbor across the street and only 2 more houses within the distance of a mile. Because of this, trick-or-treating was a "no-go" in my neighborhood. I'm truly not even sure if BJ and I were actually "friends". His father was a friend of my dad. We would go to their house on occasional weekends to swim in his family's pool and have cookouts. BJ was a few years younger than I, but possibly more mature in some ways. I'm not sure how much we actually had in common other than both being baseball fans and both loving NES. On top of his large collection of DC Super Powers figures, he was also the first kid I kne