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Since we are in the haunting month of October, I would like to take the next three Fridays and post something related to the Halloween season! Hope you don’t mind.
I live in the boonies, off a dirt road. At night it’s a scary walk up a long, dark, curvy driveway with only the glow of moonlight to illuminate your path. So needless to say, we don’t get trick or treaters. It’s one of the things I miss about living in town. Houses out here are separated by a great distance and most of the kids in the area are driven into our small town to dispense their tricks or gather their treats… 🙂
This time of year always brings back happy memories of when I was growing up. We lived on a dead end street on the outskirts of a fledgling city, everybody knew everybody. Getting ready for our big night, being allowed to stay out until well after the street lights came on, was a big deal. More than likely we didn’t have the store bought orange plastic pumpkins or pails to fill with candy, but carried a plastic bag or pillow case (which both held way more loot) 🙂
I can still feel that thrill of excitement as I recall running across lawns in my costume, getting ready to yell those three magic words endless times for the next couple of hours. “Trick or Treat.”
Now I admit, in my innocent youth I didn’t pull any tricks (that was for my teen years…hehehehe and another blog topic for the future), I was more focused at this young age of getting the sweet, sticky, sugary candies. There were certain homes in the neighborhood that were on your radar and sometimes you’d go out of order to get there first in hopes that they wouldn’t run out of the good stuff. Kid gossip filled the streets that Mrs. Hoogleboogleboom had Hershey bars—the large ones—and they were going fast, and Mr. Inglebingersol was giving out pennies so avoid at all costs. (names have been changed to protect the reputations of their offspring).
Remember all those wonderful, delicious treats? Remember coming home after trick or treating and spilling all your candy on the table or counter and counting it? (Yep, we counted it…lol). Remember sifting through the assortment, looking for the best pieces and putting them into a special pile. If you had siblings or were lucky enough to have a friend over on that magical, mystical night, do you remember trading and sometimes even arm wrestling to get the coveted prized candy that everyone wanted? I can still hear the shouts and laughter and wonder how my mother stood the noise level! lol
For me, chocolate was a big hit, the major score! I’d trade anything else for it with my brother and sister to have them give up a piece of their chocolately goodness. Sometimes going so far as to give them several candies for a solitary piece of their chocolate. And do you remember when you were sorting through your candy and came across that certain treat that you wouldn’t eat even if someone paid you a million dollars? You could barely be bothered to push it off to the outer edges of your stash with the tips of your fingers. For me that was the dreaded POPCORN BALL. I still cringe just thinking about it…ICK! ICK!! Triple ICK!!!
Well, I just found the perfect lead in…
…..Drum roll, please….Today’s Friday Fun Fact question is…
When you were younger and a trick or treater expert extraordinaire, what was the best type of candy that you could find in your sugary pile after you emptied your loot from a night out tricking and treating? And what was the worst?