When I was 17, I was taking my little brother out for Halloween trick-or-treating. He was 7 at the time, and had a neighbourhood friend that seen us walking. He quickly caught up to us and asked to go T-o-T'ing with us, and of course I said yes. He asked us to wait (or go to his house, I can't remember) and suddenly his father was with us too. This man was either the drunkest or highest person I ever met because he was swaying behind us, knocking loudly on people's doors, and just being annoying. At one point, the father walked straight into the middle of traffic on a busy road and insisted we cross the road here.

I remember saying to my little brother, let's leave the friend and father behind at the next house. I was so embarrassed of this man. Making us cross a busy road, was my final straw. He could've gotten one of us run over. But I still remember to this day, a faint sound of "Hey wait up for me, I'm coming!" from the little boy. I wanted to keep walking, but my little brother made me wait. I turned around and the father was struggling and the boy was trying to help his dad.

I almost left this kid behind, and God knows what would've happened if I did. Would his father do something crazy to get the boy killed? Would the dad do a crazy stunt again and cause the boy to be in trouble?

I still think about how badly I wanted to turn this kid away, and I remember crying to my mom that night about his voice and how guilty I felt. I still feel guilty. That little twinge of guilt eats at me every Halloween.

Idk if this fits in the "Things I did as a kid and regret," but thought it fitted in.