It’s almost Halloweenie! I was reminiscing with Mr Rebo about how it was back in the ancient times – our childhood. I remember my brother and I leaving the house at dusk with empty pillow cases, and coming home some hours later lugging ten or fifteen pounds of candy – half a pillowcase full! Our parents never worried about us being out. We were allowed to run wild and free! In the summertime, I remember staying outside all day (how did we handle the 100° temperatures??) and only coming in for meals. Then back outside to play freezetag or hide-and-go-seek until Dad would flick the porch light on and off to call us inside for the night.
When it was time for my son to go trick-or-treating, times had changed somewhat. I walked the neighborhood with him, hanging back on the street while he rang doorbells for candy. Sometimes I had to remind him to say thank you, but most of the time he was polite! Halloween was different as a parent. I couldn’t imagine letting him loose to run around like we maniacs did. That’s kinda sad, but on the other hand I got to watch his excitement first hand!
These days, I like to decorate the front doorway a little bit, to let the trick-or-treaters know I’m participating. I only give out good “fun-sized” candy bars – not crap like those black and orange wax paper wrapped nasty chews. (My husband likes those! <gag>) I fuss at the teenagers who don’t have costumes, and coo over the little ones. I give candy to all comers, though. The hardest part is my three dogs barking! I have two ways to get to the front door, and it’s a pain to block the front door off from them. They scare people, for some reason!