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I notice that today many kids (and even some adults) are missing out on some of the normal activities simply because of one person ruining it for others. Back when I was little I remember when some psycho put razorblades in candy apples and gave them out to trick or treaters. Ever since then candy's got to be inspected by the parents when it got back home after Halloween night's begging. And sure getting a bunch of candy from complete strangers, it should be inspected beforehand. But it was things like that that made it all the more scary (and not the good kind). Seems for Mort it was much worse than just inspecting it. But them's the brakes, and it's really how we deal with things like that that shape the people we become.
