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We had a pretty slow night here, as far as trick or treating goes. We’ve had years where we must have seen 200 kids. This year, maybe 25 – 30 tops. I know, 25! That’s nothing! I briefly wondered if somehow the kids were avoiding our house under the illusion that I was giving out freeze dried food or something, as opposed to the all time favorites that I’d stocked up on.
Throughout the night we had mostly individual trick or treaters, as well as two pairs and a couple groups of somewhere between five and eight kids. One of the groups came early on, it was a group of young people, either in their late teens or early twenties. One of them had a pillowcase on over his head, and that was his whole costume. (No, I do not mean that he was only wearing a pillowcase on his head and nothing else but his birthday suit. I mean he was wearing regular clothes along with the pillowcase. Maybe he wasn’t even in costume, maybe he just wanted to get a whiff of that Downy freshness.) Hubby immediately proclaimed them too old to trick or treat. After giving them candy that is – he was probably afraid he’d be mugged for his warheads. No, not nuclear warheads, you silly, the candy kind. I could understand his skepticism, after all two members of this
gang group had two bags each – one for themselves and one for the supposed sick or otherwise ailing friend. (I’m pretty sure this is a scam. I personally think they were just stocking up their personal emergency food storage. Exams are coming up you know.) So. Back to the appropriate age for trick or treating. I asked him at what age it is that people should stop trick or treating. He had no answer. I told him I didn’t mind older kids trick or treating if they at least wore a costume. Or so I thought.
A short while later I was standing by the front door, trying to figure out where all of the trick or treaters were. I wondered if this is what Gladys Kravitz felt like. It’s at that point that I saw the tall man in the scream style mask. He was just walking around, talking on the telephone. He wasn’t with anyone and had no candy bag. Just the mask. I told hubby that I thought it was creepy. He looked and said sarcastically that the guy was probably walking around casing the neighborhood. Oddly, that’s exactly what I’d been thinking. Scaredy-cat that I am, I locked the storm door. Emergency preparedness of sorts. Which was silly since it was Halloween and the point was to give out the big bowl full of candy that we had next to the door. I decided that I was jumping to conclusions and unlocked the door.
We had some more children and some more teens. By 8:45 there was no sign of any children anywhere. It was like a ghost town. Where were they? didn’t they know that I had lots of sugar candy waiting for them? I’ve never had as much candy left over as I did this year. If candy were a survival food then we’d be set for a couple of years. It was at that moment that my son called and said he was ready to be picked up. He’d been trick or treating in another neighborhood with friends.
Out to the cold truck I went. As I sat in the truck waiting for a moment (for what I don’t know, I don’t have working heat), I noticed there was a small Jeep parked on the opposite side of the road. I couldn’t see the driver at all, the person had a white hood on. Why on earth would any grown person be wearing a white hood that completely covered their head and face at night? Was there some sort of nefarious club meeting going on somewhere in the area? Oh, wait, what’s he doing! He’s moving around with a purpose. I hope he isn’t going to whip out a gun. Oh. He’s taking his hoodie down. He’d probably just been warming up the car or something. I went on my way.
When I returned home my son and hubby were watching a Berenstain Bears Halloween episode. At the end of this episode Papa Bear sees the kids with candy apples. Learning that they got them from the Widow Jones, he makes a remark about her appearance, to which sister Bear reminds him that it’s wrong to judge people by their appearance. Papa Bear dons a pumpkin head, tells sister that she’s right and heads out the door, proclaiming “you’re never too old to go trick or treating, especially when candy apples are involved”.
So I ask you. At what age do you feel it becomes inappropriate to go trick or treating?