When I was a kid, I loved Halloween. What kid doesn’t? But once I outgrew Mom making my costumes, I sort of fell out of love with the holiday. I wasn’t big on it in college, and it’s still not really my thing now. It’s been years since I dressed up, and it’s just not my thing.
When I moved into my first place post-college, I was all ready for trick-or-treaters. It sounded like so much fun! But no one came. Perils of a condo building. Same thing with my apartment building. So once I bought a house, I was pumped!
I am a total old fuddy duddy, as it turns out, because after five hours of my doorbell ringing, I was done with this holiday. (Yes, five hours.) The little kids show up early and are awesome. But then the older kids showed up. My policy is that if they’re in costume, it doesn’t matter if they’re 8 or 18, they get candy. But I had girls showing up in their “going out” clothes holding out their purses for candy.
I don’t think so.
Also, when I was a kid, porch lights were the sign. If the porch lights were off, those people weren’t home or weren’t giving out anything. Doesn’t work at my house. I turn my lights off when I go to bed and the bell keeps ringing til at least 11 at night.
But I remember the joy of Halloween, so tonight, I will be giving out SunRype bars (as part of my Active Ambassadorship with them – the kids will probably hate me) until I head out for swim practice at 7. At that point, I’ll leave the bowl on my porch and that’s that. I just hope the bell stops ringing by the time I get home!