Treat or Trick - A Belated Halloween Post

I'm participating in National Blog Posting Month - where I intend to post every day for the month of November. Let's hope I can actually do it, since I've been slacking on the blogging for the last 6 months. Hopefully this will get me back in the habit... Day 1!

Treat:

I remember the good old days of Halloween. We would go to school dressed in our costumes and just wait for the minutes to slowly trickle down so we can go trick or treating. That was just about the most fun day of the year, next to Christmas. Me and my pack always cleaned up on the Halloween candy. We would start at the front of our apartment complex while it was still light out, and then make our way through every building until our pillowcases (because bags weren’t big enough) were full of candy. Then we would go across the street to another apartment complex and do the same thing. We had mad sugar. Now, there was no way my mom was going to let me keep all the candy I got, but it didn’t really matter. There was a sort of thrill to just getting as much as I could. Also, I would pick out the good stuff before I got home and hide them to make sure Mom didn’t throw that away. My favorites were smarties, sweettarts, ring pops and nerds. Oh and this rock candy thing that they used to sell in New York. Oh and Pixie Sticks. Oh and.. okay, I’m going crazy reminiscing about it now. The only ones that I really didn’t like were those nasty rubber DOTS. And candy corn? I didn’t start appreciating that until I got older. It probably had to do with the fact that the word corn doesn’t go with candy.  I didn’t care if those got thrown away.  Me and my friends used to trade candy like it was stock. I’ll give you 2 reeses peanut butter cups for that watermelon blow pop” I tell you those were the good old days.

Trick:

Then as I got older, Halloween became more about mischief than candy. I think I was about 15 one Halloween when me and my boys decided that we would go out and start some trouble. We weren’t bad kids, but for one night we wanted to trick instead of treats. Me, Ashley, Ira, Shane met up outside the Walmart right down the street from my school. It’s a Staples now, but back then it was the hangout spot. We got  a bunch of eggs and  toilet paper and waited for Don to pick us up in his F150. By the time he got there we were ready!!! First stop, our high school. At first I was too scared, but one of the homeys wasn’t and lobbed some eggs at the front door of our school. Buoyed by this experience, we took our show on the road. In the nearby subdivision, we walked along the streets as Don drove slowly nearby. Occasionally we would toss eggs at houses, or throw toilet paper in the trees and then run around the corner. It was fun...at first. The plan was to hop in the truck if it looked like there would be trouble, but apparently Don saw the trouble coming before we did. He yelled "Run!!!" and peeled off down Windsor Road leaving me and the boys holding the eggs and TP. At first I didn't know why we were running, but if one runs.. we all run. And I was running really fast. I'm no speedster, but the adrenaline carried me past Ira, who was always the fastest when we played football. We met up with Don back at the Wal-Mart and he told us what happened. He saw some cops and decided that all of us shouldn't get caught. That was the end of my egging career. It was also one of the last times I hung out with old sell-out Don too.