When I was 5, I helped my father carve our jack-o-lantern and we had a great time, and he told me the mess of seeds and pulp was his guts and I thought that was neat. My dad patiently explained to me each step of the process and let me be a part of each one, even though it turned a 10 minute job into an hour long affair. I was so excited when night fell and we lit the candle and put it inside the carved pumpkin and I stood back and admired our handiwork, beaming with pride.
Then a few nights later we found it smashed in the street in front of our house. I was heartbroken and could not understand why someone would come up and destroy our work. I was mad at the whole world for a minute there.
After that we put our jack-o-lanterns inside behind the front bay window.