For some stupid reason, the communities in our area have a set time for Trick-or-Treating, always the weekend before Halloween, usually starting when it is light, around 4 or 5pm. I think this takes all the fun out of it. When I was little, waiting for it to get dark on Halloween night was like trying to sleep on Christmas Eve.
So we had our Trick-or-Treat this evening, and of course I bought way more candy than I needed. I love handing out candy and I wanted to make sure we had a good selection! My husband likes to give Snickers, and I love Wonka candy like Nerds and Gobstoppers.
I mostly let kids pick what they wanted, and a ton of them picked based on color of the candy. Nerds were surprising popular, especially with little girls due to the pink and purple boxes. One kid yelled “I got yellow!” as he descending our porch steps with a Butterfinger bar.
There were plenty of cute costumes, including a penguin, several fairies, clowns, and mobsters, Harry Potter, a Transformer, the Stay Puft Man, Where’s Waldo, a bunch of boys in generic scary masks, and one very darling Supergirl.
Trick-or-treating in Ohio sometimes creates complications with costumes–it was in the 40s today, and even princesses need coats. It always reminds me of Molly McIntire, who had to wear a sweater with her hula girl costume (she lives in Illinois). I certainly didn’t need to do that when I was a hula girl…because I lived in Florida.
I can’t imagine costume and coat wearing for Halloween. Usually I’m swearing to the trick or treating gods, “It couldn’t be cool and crisp just this one night?!?” Like in the movies, man. That’s all I ask. Fall leaves crackling under feet. Bon fires. Fewer mosquitos.