I remember that as a kid, when it came time to go around and collect candy, the chants would start.
Trick or treat, smell my feet
give me something good to eat
if you don’t, I don’t care
I’ll pull down your underwear!
As I got older, I stopped going knocking on doors. We moved to a different neighbourhood and I noticed less children coming to our door. I’m not entirely sure why that’s the case. We used to leave the light on and have candy ready for the ghosts, goblins, princesses and heroes of the night but we’ve since stopped. It might have something to do with living on a small ignorable street with no sidewalk. Or it could be that there aren’t that many young families close by, which I find hard to believe since there is an elementary school in the neighbourhood.
Or it could be that trick-or-treating has changed. It’s much more common to find parents bringing their children to the mall, a warmer and safer alternative without the dark roads or rainy weather to deal with. It used to be a thing to just go down the apartment halls, knocking on doors without having to leave the building. I actually think that It’s quite a smart idea to have kids do the trick-or-treating at the mall. Instead of seeing parents driving along the street and parking on the residential streets or pulling up slowly as the kids made their way to each house. they can leave their cars parked and not have to think about it.
Having said that, I feel like there are things that are missing from just spending your trick-or-treat time at a mall though. Being able to see the horrific and occasionally shiver-inducing set up that some residents spend time and effort on is the trade off for having to deal with unpredictable fall weather. But who would ever forget the house that transforms into the Black Pearl each Halloween? Or the eerily green-lit house where you can hear the witch cackling? What about the candy-giver who’s dressed for the occasion when they open that door to their home? Do you dare ask for a treat from the creepy-looking vampire? There’s also something about the race to make it to the end of the street the fastest, while zig-zagging past all the other kids and lining up at each door to ask for treats. Once you know the telltale signs to look for, you stop ringing on certain doorbells and waiting for someone to come to the door.
In any case, happy trick-or-treating next weekend!