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).
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The bit that caught my attention is this: “In subsequent years Halloween night was the only night I felt safe outside alone.” That’s scary.
Yes, I agree that is the most scary part about this post.
I was TOTALLY going to comment on that too, but I understand what she means…
I feel safe alone outside in the time woods. But not in the city.
And what’s up with kids who ask if they can have more? It’s one thing if adults offer…