Halloween was a big event around my house when I was a kid. It meant two things: dressing up to get candy and Christmas was right around the corner. We didn’t get a lot of candy growing up, so we couldn’t wait to start knocking on doors in the neighborhood.
When it came to costumes there were two rules. First, we couldn’t afford to buy one, so we had to make our own. And second, mom didn’t allow costumes that were about killing or death. That meant our costumes were pretty normal things like football players, firemen and hobo’s. Halloween wasn’t about satan or evil, it was simply about fun.
I remember spending hours trick-or-treating up and down the blocks for a medium size bag of hard candy. If someone was giving out chocolate, word would spread throughout the neighborhood, and we’d get there as fast as we could. If you could get one or maybe two pieces of chocolate, you’d struck gold.
Oh, and we were always reminded of the rules like, “Only go to houses that have their porch lights on and never eat anything until you bring it home to be inspected.” We were always warned at school that bad people put needles and razorblades in apples, so never eat an apple with out inspecting it. I remember thinking, “Who’d want a stinking apple anyway, bring on the candy.”
This Friday night my youngest two will dress up and go trick-or-treating. They’ll get twice as much candy as I ever got with only half the time and effort. Seventy percent of the candy in their bags will be chocolate, and I can guarantee you that they’ll be unwilling to share any of it with dear old dad. But that’s okay, because I know where they hide their candy bags.
What do you remember about Halloween when you were a kid?
(Comment of the Day: penitentman said… “I remember a couple years where we filled multiple pillowcases with sugary loot.I remember egging an old guy’s house the year he handed out cellophane wrapped rolls of pennies with like 7 cents in them… that’s worth like… a laffy taffy and a half. Come on!I remember the guy who some years would put a stuffed scarecrow on his porch and some years would dress as a scarecrow and sit there and you never knew which it was until he jumped up and growled at you. At which point I was glad to have a pillowcase sized bag to hide the fact I wet myself.I remember tearing the crotch in my batman costume from jumping around the house yelling Ka-Pow! And later jumping off the swingset with the batman cape on… and oh the delightful smell of those plastic masks with poor vision and sweat in the eyes…”)