When I was little, we lived in the country, so we never really had trick-or-treaters come to our door. I would go around to my friends houses in town, and a few of them might stop by our house, but other than that, Halloween was more a school party than anything.
As I got older, I went into town and ran around for the night with some friends. Being North Dakota, more often than not, it seemed like we normally had snow at the end of October.
Now that we have a house instead of the apartments I lived in through college, and the fact there are a decent amount of kids in the area, we do get some people stopping at the door. Since we ended up with a free pumpkin that was a decent size, we even carved it up and set it out.
(I carved it; Rhiannon lit the candle and set it out. That’s called teamwork...)
Over the past few years, we’ve gradually had more people stop. This year, the weather was great, so a lot of parents with younger kids were out as well as the junior high kids running unsupervised.
We had anywhere from ages of about 6 months (really, who is out for the candy at that point) to around 14 years old (which is pushing it, but as long as they are in costume, I don’t mind too much). Rhiannon didn’t feel like being cheerful, which means that I handed out most of the candy on the evening.
The cutest kid was probably 3 or 4 in a fireman costume. He looked up just long enough to say trick or treat, and after that, his entire attention was firmly focused on the candy in his bag and my hand adding more to it. I feel like he suspected that I would try to grab some candy away from him if he didn’t keep a close eye on it.
As horrible a holiday as Halloween actually is (let’s give kids too much candy and cause mischief!!), I did enjoy feeling like part of the community. Maybe I’m just getting ready for the holiday season with a little early festive spirit.
Or maybe I’m getting soft in my old age. Probably the latter.