My Hometown

My Hometown

Trick-Or-Treat

The mega-church that I attend made the announcement this past Sunday that they would be having their annual “Trunk-or-Treat” on Saturday, October 28th.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not looking down from a soap box on how the world has made so much in our lives change, but I do like to reminisce back to a simpler time when going door-to-door on Halloween day and/or night was customary.

Everyone’s lawns and windows would start to be decorated with cob webs, witches, and the traditional Halloween symbols.

My friends and I would plan our costumes all month long.

Some kids would dress up as your typical monsters, ghouls, and goblins.

Others were super heroes and sports stars.

The girls were usually princesses.

Jimmy, Bobby, Goo, and I would turn to wrestling for our inspiration, whether it be wearing a yellow and red tank top to portray the Hulkster, painting our faces and spiking up our hair like Sting, or going in together to be our favorite tag team Demolition.

We’d walk up and down the streets of our neighborhood collecting our loot.

We all had our favorites and we knew exactly which houses were giving them out.

I was a Sweet Tart guy.

Jimmy and Bobby looked for Nestle Crunch.

Goo wasn’t picky and lived by the motto of “if it has sugar, it’s the best candy ever!”

But part of the fun of trick-or-treating was everyone ohhing and ahhing over your costume creation when they opened their doors.

The other part of the fun came later in the night when you and your friends would sit around and trade the candy that you didn’t like, in exchange for the ones that you did.

No one kept their doors closed and didn’t give out treats.

No one had to check the candy at night to make sure it was okay.

All we had to do was sit back and enjoy the magic of Halloween as our community came together to give the kids a memory that would last a lifetime.

 

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