~ My mother dressed me in a chicken costume when I was 1 or 2 years old. I don't remember that but I do have the picture to prove how miserable I was.
~ One year my mom dressed me as a banana – WHY? - and according to my grandmother I cried and fussed and refused to go out trick-or-treating. They put me to bed instead. Seriously do you blame me??
~ Loved the masks we used to wear that had a small slit for the mouth; didn't we all put our tongues through that slit?
~ Every year as a child, my sister and I would go trick-or-treating with our mother and our neighbor friends and their father. We would walk around East Herkimer for hours and always got a lot of loot.
~ As a teenager, I went with 2 of my close friends trick-or-treating (we dressed as little kids) and did ok with getting loot which was surprising since we looked too old to be trick-or-treating (ha ha we were too old). Yeah, we were those kind of punks.
~ When my husband and I lived in Ilion, we passed out candy one year and had a blast. We had a ton of trick-or-treaters. In fact, at one point in the night I ran out of candy so I scoured the house (including my step kids' rooms – heeehee!) for more because we didn't want to stop passing it out. Not sure why but my husband (at one point) pulled his fleece over his head so I took a broom and pretended that I lopped his head off. Heehee good times.
I don't hand out candy anymore because we don't get a lot of trick-or-treaters where we live but I enjoy shutting the lights off, having a cup of coffee (or in tonight's case hot chocolate), eating something naughty and watching the Charlie Brown Halloween special!