I’d like to know about the times when your primary goal was to go house to house in or out of costume with the intention of accumulating candy.
For this thread, let’s not count when your primary role was to supervise and guarantee the safety of children.
I hadn’t trick-or-treated for many years, but a couple of guys from the neighborhood and I went out trick-or-treating our senior year in high school for nostalgia more than anything, I guess: our last chance as “children” (17 year olds) before the real world would hit us and we would be expected to put such childish things aside.
Of the three of us, I was the only one in costume (the invisible man with ace bandaged face and neck, reflective sunglasses, etc.) and we sure got a lot of “aren’t you too old to trick or treating?” but no one turned us down, either. Jim was 6’ 7" at the time.
I made it home with a pillow case full o’candy which lasted a good long time. I’m glad we did it.
I’m a sophomore in high school, and I trick or treated last year. I haven’t made my plans for this year, but trick or treating will probably be in there somewhere.
I think that there’s no point in even bothering to go trick or treat if you aren’t wearing a costume. I despise those people who come to my house in their regular clothes. Makes me mad.
I was probably a freshman in high school, and ended up with a decent stash of candy (even though at several houses people asked if maybe I wasn’t too old…but one guy gave me a beer since he had run out of candy), but the primary goal by that age was to distribute eggs and toilet paper to various lucky residents in the neighborhood.
The next year some kids my age wanted to do it again, but a couple of the guys going said they were intending on bag snatching to get candy. No way, I said, there’s definitely a line between tossing eggs and stealing some younger kids’ candy. That’s just evil.
I went trick or treating last year at 21. I’m going this year at 22.
But I’m making up for lost time. My mother was very religious and to her, Halloween was the devil’s holiday. I wasn’t allowed to go as a kid. I did sneak out as a senior in high school, and had a blast. I went all through college, and I’m going again this year. Because I never got to go as a kid.
My last time out was when I was 12. I didn’t have much fun when I did it that last time because all of my other friends backed out on me and told me that they thought they were “too old” to go trick-or-treating anymore.
17, when I was a senior in high school. Only one person made the “aren’t you too old?” comment, because I’m little, and have always looked very young for my age. Hell, I’m 25 and people still guess my age to be between 18-20, if they’re only basing their guess on my looks.
I’m still a bit bitter that I’m too old to go trick or treating
I think the last real time I went out was 12. At 13 and 14 I went around but as a chaperone, although I did abscond with some of the candy as payment. I was simply too tall. I got a lot of those “aren’t you a little old?” comments. Ahh the pains of a six foot fiver.
Now my little, both temporally and physically, sister went trick-or-treating into her late teens and only stopped because she’d rather go out partying then trick-or-treating.
I think I was ten. My mother swore that our city had an ordinance against anyone over the age of 12 going trick-or-treating. For all I know she was right, I don’t remember seeing any teenagers out and about, and it was the sort of uptight city that would do something like that :rolleyes:
Hell, I still go, and I’m 65, I’m only 5’4" and with a full mask, no one knows the difference, If you think I’m giong to miss out on all that candy, Well think again!!!
16, senior in High School, but it wasn’t my fault - exactly.
I knew very well that I was too old to go Trick-or-Treating, didn’t come up with a costume, wanted to just spend the night at home. Sadly, I’d forgotten (as the year before I’d spent the evening with friends), that my dad was a Holiday Person. He likes holidays. All of them. He likes waking up at dawn to a huge Christmas tree. He likes the full thanksgiving thing. He likes doing Easter baskets and hiding eggs for his children (even now, when the youngest of them is very nearly 25). Usually, in his quests to have the celebration he likes, he manages to rip the fun and joy out of every single holiday experience. (All of us now face assorted holidays with completely unenthusiastic dread.)
So to him, the thought of my not going Trick-or-treating was infathomable. There was a huge screaming match, that ended with my choosing between going out (as a “businesswoman,” i.e., not really a costume) right then without further discussion or getting grounded (and having other various privileges taken away) until I agreed to go out trick-or-treating. He, of course, took us from house to house, despite the fact that we’d lived in the neighborhood for 10 years and knew every single person in a 10 block radius.
I got a lot of “aren’t you a bit old to be trick-or-treating?” and “why are you trick-or-treating with your dad?” Which I tried to not answer as much as was possible (the threat of grounding was still there if I answered truthfully “Yes, you’re quite right, I am.”) It was miserable being up there with 5 year-olds, that I babysat (who’s parents were probably rethinking that idea).
Once we got home, the candy was confiscated - bad for our teeth This had always happened, not a big surprise. This particular year, it just rounded out the whole miserable experience.
I think I was 13 the last time I went. Now that I can eat as much candy as I want any time I want, the idea of trick or treating has lost a lot of its appeal. Besides, as an adult there are much more fun ways to celebrate Halloween.
My parents considered it “bothering the neighbors” so we remained hidden in the house or went out for pizza, in both cases to avoid trick-or-treaters. So we celebrated in our own particularly anti-social way. The mother of one of my friends always took pity on me and forced her to share her candy with me. I didn’t know enough to politely refuse so I’m surprised that girl didn’t hate me.
I can’t remember exactly but I think I was 12 or 13. Peer pressure. None of my friends were anymore so I figured I wouldn’t either rather than be teased.
Oh boy, deja vu. My dad was the same way. He made a point of getting off work early (he worked evening shift) just so he could give out candy, etc. on Halloween!
The last time I trick-or-treated was as a senior in High School. I’m short (5’4") so no one said anything about me being too old. Everyone else in my group was going too, and we all seemed to quietly agree that it would be our last time.
I’d like to trick-or-treat again sometime (wearing a costume with a mask, of course) just to re-live the childhood memories. I probably will!
I was 13, and my best friend and I made our own costumes. I remember having painstackingly sewn the letters for my cheerleader costume, she had done a pretty good job on her clown costume. (Yes, we were both so original, but her parents were religious and therefore we had to make sure our costumes weren’t too different.)
It was the scary old man who questioned us for about 15 minutes about our ages and weren’t we too old to be out with the little kids, and would we like to go inside that caused us to rethink the whole ‘trick or treating at 13’. It was a small town, and he was probably harmless, but it was just scary enough to send us home.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I went out trick or treating. I must have still been fairly young though. We never really had money for costumes, and we ended up moving to a place out in the country where we had two neighbors within about a block’s distance on either side of us, and then no more for at least a mile, and to drive into town would have taken 15-20 minutes. The upside (I guess…) was that my mom never had to buy a ton of candy because no one ever came to our house either. If they did, we gave them pop tarts. We usually ended up going to halloween parties instead.
Now, I can’t wait until my little girl is old enough to go out at halloween. (She’s not even born yet, though, so we’ve still got a while to wait!)
Age 23. I was taking my little brothers around and didn’t see any reason I shouldn’t share in the fun. Last time I went with a friend was age 22. Or rather she came along when I took my little brothers out. I don’t understand why some people thought they were too old in their early teens. The idea of someone telling a 12 year old that they’re too old to tick-or-treat is just sad to me. Where I went to college people just assumed that a lot of the college kids would trick-or-treat. The people I babysat for always instructed me to make sure I came by their house so they could see my costume.
