Is my story any good?

I’m five years old again, the crisp freshly fallen leaves crunching under my white, new sneakers. The air smelled of burning leaves with that thick musty smell of Halloween. In the distance you could hear the other children in the neighborhood calling out to each other, their high-pitched bell like voices ringing and echoing. It’s six O’clock. I’m chasing my best friend, Andrew through the woods of my backyard, my jacket making a swishing noise as I ran. It’s almost as if I was frozen in that exact moment. There was the thick, eerie stillness in the air, the kind that only happens on Halloween night. Suddenly I’m hit in the face with a pile of leaves, time resumes as usual. “What are you doing?” Andrew asked, his hands on his knees, panting. I looked at him, his bright brown eyes shining with excitement and replied, “I don’t know.” He thought nothing of it as he grabbed my hand and led me towards my house, “Let’s go get our costumes on!”, he cried “I can’t wait for all that candy!” I shook the chills from my spine and followed his lead into the house. We ran up the stairs of the deck and opened the sliding gl door to my house. The fresh, warmth from the oven-cooked food and burning candles filling our senses. I went to the bathroom to wash my small hands as Andrew clamored about how much fun we were going to have, about all the candy we would get to eat. How Monday at school we could eat all the gooey treats during recess. About how we would be best friends forever. I thought of being best friends forever, we had always planned to do everything together for the rest of our lives, even though most of the time we couldn’t plan past first grade. As I turned to leave the bathroom he jumped out at me. I screamed, the freshly put on ‘Darth Vador’ costume startling me. “I...am...your...father.”, he bellowed in his best scary voice. I giggled and started chasing after him, finally catching a hold of his long cape and tackling him to the ground. He whipped us around and pinned my shoulders to the cold tile, “You’ll never take me alive!”, He screamed as we both collapsed laughing. He jumped up from the ground and grabbed my costume off the counter and urged me to get ready. The smell of vinal and plastic filled my senses. It was a typical reminder of Halloween. I tugged on my costume