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Many of you may have noticed that Halloween is coming up.
When I was a wee little tyke, back in the days before fire, nearly all the little children in my tiny home town would go out on Halloween to trick or treat. My town was small enough that we felt safe, and most of the children were allowed out to roam the neighborhood alone or with an older sibling. Those were great times, but I remember every year my mother making us promise not to eat any candy before we got home so she could check it to make sure it hadn’t been tampered with.
She never checked it.
At least I don’t remember her checking it. I do remember she wouldn’t let me eat the occasional fruit that was given out. She was very concerned that apples would have a razor blade shoved inside, for some reason. Which kind of makes me wonder why she just didn’t insist on chopping the apples into tiny pieces before letting me eat them. Of course there was almost no chance I was going to choose an apple over all that candy, anyway, but still…
Sweettarts, Snickers, and even nerds were all wonderful. Apples, not so much. What I didn’t like was all the butterscotch candies people would give us back then. Or those weird, gooey, generic orange and black nasties that we would get. I know some people love those, and I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. Ooh, and candy corn. Ugh. I never, ever, ever, ever liked the stuff. Still, I was happy to get it, because that way I would have loads to pass off to the adults when they came digging through my candy, and that way I could share and still get to keep all the good stuff:)
I really don’t remember what I dressed as most years. I have a really vivid memory of only three of my costumes ever. One was a bunny, when I was very small. I had a fluffy outfit, furry ears, the whole works. And it was about forty degrees that year and snowed, so we barely went trick or treating, and I had to wear a big brown coat over my costume. Not to mention the fact that my dad had to carry me (remember, I was pretty little) so I wouldn’t get too messy in the slushy snow.
Another year my parents bought me one of those plastic costumes from Walmart. Yeah, it was kind of last minute or something, and I think we had to pick from a small selection maybe, because I wound up as Oscar the Grouch. All I know is that I couldn’t see out of the mask at all.
Another year I went as a ninja. I had a homemade costume, made by my mother and my sister, and a pretty convincing wooden sword that we borrowed from someone. Except my mother and sister didn’t quite understand–despite my repeated attempts to convince them–that a ninja costume was supposed to be tight. So half the time people told me I was a very convincing grim reaper.
I think the last time I went out trick or treating was around fifth or sixth grade. It just wasn’t fun anymore for me after that. I was at the age where embarrassment overrode the need for candy, maybe. I don’t know.
Anyway, everyone have a safe and happy Halloween!