So, rather spontaneously, I made the decision to actually pass out candy in my neighborhood for trick-or-treating. The last time I actually stuck around my house to pass out candy for Halloween was when I lived in Colorado. I didn’t get many kids that night–the weather was quite chilly, as I recall. This time, I figured, since my neighborhood was full of kids, I bought five bags of candy. Turns out this was a mistake, I probably only needed two or three. There were a lot of kids milling around, but not nearly enough for all the chocolate I had. I bought only the stuff I like to eat, too (thinking that if I were the one trick-or-treating, these are the treats I’d like to receive): Mr. Goodbar, White Chocolate Reese’s Cups, Three Musketeers, and what I mistook for regular Reese’s Cups in the store, but turned out to only be some fangled candy bar called Reese’s. I had one, it was mediocre as far as Reese’s go.
I had some revelations tonight while passing out candy that I’d like to share with you all here:
1. Kids past 6th grade should not be trick-or-treating. I suddenly realized why my parents were not too keen on my trick-or-treating into my teens and I felt very sorry for all the times I paraded around with my best friend’s little brother–who was 13 years younger than us–just so that I could squeeze a few more years of treats in. Shame on me!!
2. Kids don’t seem to say “trick-or-treat” anymore. They just kind of thrust their bags at you. One or two of them will say “thank you” but only if coached explicitly by nearby parents. Man, my dad would have whooped my ass for not saying thank you!
3. I was overcome with a sudden overwhelming urge to have a kid of my own to trick-or-treat with any time I saw a mother toting a a 3 or 4 year old little kid with a little trick-or-treat bag. I tried to suppress these feelings as I remembered those clearly teen-aged kids running around trying to scam candy from us. Shame on Mars Girl–kids are not dogs. Just get a dog.
4. I felt out of place being the 33 year old single chick passing out candy. I self-consciously wondered what the other mothers and fathers thought of me, worrying constantly that if I talked too much to the kid, they might think I’m a pervert or something, since I keep to myself so often. I was really nervous trying to interact with those kids in a casual way. In this day and age, you don’t know how your actions can be misconstrued. And kids make me uncomfortable in general. I’m worrying what even they think of me. How will I ever counsel people in an official capacity?
5. Halloween doesn’t seem to be as big of the deal to kids today that it was when I was a kid. I don’t know; it just seemed like more of a ta-do. I felt it just sailed on by without much action. Was my generation the last one to put the magic in the air? Maybe it’s just because I’m not feeling it anymore.
Well, my coughing, congestion, and stuffy nose are getting worse, so I’m going to go take some NiQuil and watch the live episode of Ghost Hunters. I love those TAPS guys…. (I actually have a crush on one of them, but I don’t remember his name…)
Anyone want some candy? I’ve still got two full unopened bags. This is no way to loose weight… I guess I’ll save them for the election day party I’m going to on Tuesday…