Hey Pandas, If You Could Relive One Childhood Halloween Memory, What Would It Be? (Closed)
Halloween is full of memories that make us smile (or spook us a little!). If you could relive one favorite Halloween experience from your childhood, what would it be?
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maybe this doesn't count because i am still technically a child, but trick or treating. all of the neighborhoods used to be full of decorations and people sitting on their porch or in their doorsteps with bowls of candy and costumes and you would see people of all ages running around like maniacs dressed in actually creative costumes. now it's just trunk or treating and the most hideous, uncreative costumes. also, halloween used to be cold. why does it feel like late spring outside.
So many candy grabbers this year without any costume, just normal clothes or sweats. A few years back so many great costumes I miss that.
trick or treating with my dad, he committed $uicide when I was 12
the costumes our mother made for us girls every year (1960s) from stuff in the attic. gypsies, pirates, hobo, and so on. Never a store bought costume or mask. My favorite was when I got to be a g***y. I looked like a hippie with an overload of costume jewelry.The candy was good and my neighborhood was safe.When we took our daughter out for Halloween there was always one neighbor that had warm fresh cider donuts to offer.
My mom always made me the most beautiful costumes, but one year, I wanted a boxed costume like the other kids had. I chose to be a witch. My dad took me out for candy that year and it started to rain. This, in turn, caused the costume to run and I was black from head to toe! I thought it was funny. Mom wasn't as amused.
The smell of burning turnip. No pumpkins in old GB so a turnip was hollowed out and a face carved with a candle in the middle. More scary than a pumpkin
Just trick or treating. door-to-door though the neighborhood. Not trunk or treat, not around the mall, outdoors, at night, rampart and unsupervised. (Luckily, I live in a neighborhood where my kids can do that)
Back when I got too old to TorT, the year after I dressed up as a ghost: all black underneath, ragged white sheet, gross pasty long hair and white face. Then I went out and hid between houses. We lived in a town housing development, which I knew well because I would race my bike there. So I would lurk and wait, then either run or drift between buildings. It was so cool to hear the kids "Mom! I saw a ghost!"
Late grandmother, female cousin, male cousin and I were trick-or-treating in a nicer part of our very small town. Our grandmother just wasn't comfortable going up to strangers' doors, even those with the lights on. We knocked on a few doors, and finally, at the last one, Granny, who just wasn't feeling it and wanted to go home already, said, "GEORGE, PUT YER PANTS ON!" This had to have been the 1970s, and it's still one of my favorite memories. We did indeed go home after that, and we never found out if George had to put his pants on to answer the door.
