I remember the last time I liked Halloween. I was sixteen and wanted to go trick-or-treating, but none of my friends wanted to. I dressed up in my dad’s Navy whites and walked around the neighborhood. I never stopped at a door to ask for candy though and went home early, suddenly feeling too old. In subsequent years Halloween night was the only night I felt safe outside alone.
When I was young I remember that sometimes playmates would ask if they could have something of mine. I never knew what to do and sometimes gave them what they asked for. I think that’s why trick-or-treaters bother me. The bolder costumed kids push the limit and either grab more than their share or ask if they can have more (we give out full-sized candy bars for this reason – so not to appear stingy when we say no to those children).