Trick or Treating.....or Not

Waaayyyy back when I was little, I kept very few of my Halloween memories, or maybe I just didn't participate. I only remember one particular Halloween from my childhood.

I lived in Back Woods Alabama, farther out than any suburb, or regular rural area. My graduating class was a whopping 63 if that helps. Walking door-to-door saying "Trick-or-Treat" wasn't really an option, so our parents resorted to something a little different. We went car trick or treating. My friends Matt, Jason, Chris, and I piled in Jason's mom's van, and sped way into the night. We stopped at any house that was a reasonable distance from the road, with its lights on, and "Trick or Treat"ed them. I'm pretty sure I was a devil/demon/thingy, kinda like death. I had a black draping robe, with a black mask, and long flowy black sleeves. And a sickle. The sickle that represents Halloween so well. Long, black plastic tube topped with a plastic, cheaper than dirt, "blade". Great loot.

Halloween never meant much to me until a couple of years ago. I re-started trick or treating when I was about 15, and it changes every year. That year, 2006, my friends Kate, Kayleigh, and Winston, and I went Trick or Treating in Prattville neighborhoods and we scored more candy than any year previous. I was a goth kid, Kate was a bumblebee, I'm not sure what Kayleigh was, and Winston was a KKK ghost. We probably tricked and treated for about 4 hours, each getting at least two pillow cases of candy, and we watch scary movies until we all passed out.

Then, I decided that I will at least participate in all Halloweens, so, this year, I'm going to be Ron Jeremy and cream the competition. ;D