My very first time Trick-or-Treating was such a big deal. My mama took me to Sears and Roebuck to pick out a costume. (At least I think it was Sears.)
This was back in the day when every costume came with a full-face plastic mask with a thin elastic string stapled onto each side near the ears. There were cutouts for the eyes and the mouth. (I think there was one for the mouth.)
But then somebody somewhere shoved a razor blade into an apple and handed it go some unsuspecting kid. Soon the hospitals would let you bring your candy over to be x-rayed. Thankfully, these events coincided with my becoming a teenager.
When we turned 13, we were cool. We didn't want to do all that baby stuff like Trick-or-Treating. We were middle schoolers.
Through the years things have changed a lot. People don't make homemade goodies to hand out. (One year I did but only to the kids I knew very well.)
Children these days won't fondly remember their first Trick-or-Treating. Not because they had a bad time, but because their parents insist on dressing babies up like little pea pods and going door-to-door. (Are you going to save that candy until the kid is old enough to eat it? I think not.)
And I wonder when children today will ever grow up. At least the high schoolers who knocked on our door were wearing costumes. One year we had a bunch that didn't even bother with costumes. It seems there are as many adults in costume as there are kids. And not just the college kids hanging out in the neighborhoods close to the local colleges. I'm talking people with salaries, not just paychecks.
I've been watching too much "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and not enough "Girls Next Door". I've been struck with nostalgia for a 1950's-style Halloween. The kind where witches weren't sexy and a sheet could become a ghost. Not a toga.