One of my favorite memories about my mother is when my father had to leave town on business. On those nights Mom took me and my two younger brothers, packed us in the car along with snacks and warm blankets and took us around the city on a "haunted house" hunt. We drove around the oldest part of the city (San Jose, Costa Rica) and saw the huge old houses, so different from our newer, modern house. We all had our favorite haunted house, and each of us would take turns at making up a story about what we thought took place at our favorite house. We all had tons of fun, and didn't even think about our dad being away!
This was over 20 years ago, most of those houses are now gone or turned into bed and breakfasts. I still think about those nights whenever I drive past one of them.