Halloween has passed, leaving young ones full of rotting teeth and crumpled up costumes after a night of trick or treating. My personal trick or treating experiences have had some memorable moments over the years. I remember tricking the old man who gave out full size candy bars into thinking I was a different kid the second time I came up to his house. I remember thinking I was so sneaky and clever when I read the “Please take one” sign and then proceeded to dump the contents of the bowl of candy into my pumpkin. I can remember feeling extremely uncomfortable as a grown woman in a deluxe witch costume told me to eat a newt from her cauldron when all I wanted was candy. I can even remember the time when I put my hand in a candy bowl, searching for a Hershey’s, only to feel a bear claw clamp down on my hand. I didn’t even get candy. I just screamed and ran.
Now that I’ve stopped trick or treating, I’m on door duty, saying “Happy Halloween” for hours on end to adults grabbing candy for their five-month-olds and teenagers dressed up in jeans and their favorite t-shirt. One fun aspect of Halloween is watching people trying to drag their crying children up to my door, full of rattling skeleton bones, screams, and fog. However, hearing the doorbell every few seconds, pausing your TV show for the fiftieth time, praying that you have enough candy for all of the princesses and vampires is not so entertaining.
Looking back, Halloween is a pretty fun holiday, but as I get older, it becomes more and more of a hassle. What’s in store for us down the road? Well, although our teachers are only a few years older than us, I thought I should ask them about their memories and experiences concerning Halloween:
“I don’t give out candy.” Mr. Baldwin
“When we moved to the U.S. we thought Halloween was spoiled American children walking around demanding candy.” Mr. Wu
“Some years I get a lot of candy, other years I don’t get enough. If I don’t have enough, I have my son give me his candy.” Ms. Lu
“I leave it to my downstairs neighbor and hide in my house.” Ms. Spooner
“I helped a friend make a flying buttress costume.” Ms. Guizzetti
“I was twelve and I lived in a rural neighborhood, and there was this ramshackle house that I went to in order to be polite. This creepy woman told me she had candy, but it was in the kitchen, so I went in but I couldn’t have left faster.” Ms. Johnston
“When I was in seventh grade, I got hit in the face with an egg by my brother’s friend.” Ms. Nantwi