For those over 30, remember when you were a kid and trick or treated in your own neighborhood in homemade costumes made of old, worn out sheets and sometimes raggedy clothing your mother scared up from somewhere, while generously allowing you to use her old make-up to hideously paint your face. And grotesquely and ghoulishly you did.
You knew everyone so, you knew who gave the best candies and cookies every year. Your trick or treating bag was sometimes an old pillowcase you decorated in art class.
As you prowled the neighborhood as pint sized witch, Dracula, old-wig wearing wolf-man, ghost or something no knew what it was supposed to be except you and your friends.
You kept an eye on the streets to see who was passing and where they were going for you’re trying to beat the herds to the best doors with the most and best goodies.
Your older sibling is too cool to Trick or Treat for treats so they send you to the doors for what they want while they waited in the background trying to look cool as all the other teens. When your bag became too heavy for you to carry your big brother or sister carried it for you but munched on your goodies saying you had to wait until you got home to eat any and you wanted to know why?
“If you eat too much and get sick, Mom and Dad are gonna blame me for letting you eat it.” Was always their reply as they handed you one chocolate bar.
When you got home your bursting bag was handed over to your parents and grandparents for inspection and you got only a few pieces before being put to bed.
Within a few days it all was gone and you didn’t eat it, so who did? LOL!