Halloween is a time of remembering. The costumes evoke distorted images of a pagan past. Christians may still recognise it as the first part of the Hallowtide triduum — All Saints’ Eve, All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day. But what Halloween should also remind us of are the not-so-ancient times when children playing in the streets was something that happened everyday — and as long into every evening as parents and the elements would allow.

The car, supposedly a facilitator of liberty, took that freedom away and dealt a devastating blow to community life. It was a creeping horror, the cars moving in one by one, so that we never confronted or even questioned the great takeover. Increasing numbers of men, women and children met with death and injury, but each killing, each maiming, was just an ‘accident’ — the blood and guts swiftly cleaned away so that life could return to normal.

Meanwhile we’ve taught our children to be afraid of what was once their playground. This too we’ve come to think of as normality.