I remember my last Trick or Treat fondly - it was a candy fest! Bags and (garbage) bags of candy! The last quest for Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfingers, Snickers, KitKats. Mounds, Duds, Twix and Milky Ways. Bags of M & M's, Skittles, Reese's Pieces, Raisenettes. I was thirteen and in seventh grade, and knew this was the last time I could pull off saying "trick or treat" with a straight face. My older sister was in high school and off with the cheerleaders while my mom took my younger brother and sister as cowgirl and cowboy around the neighborhood. My best friend Jamie (the boy down the street that I knew since preschool) and I plotted our course. On our bikes we could cover our entire neighborhood, and the next subdivision for at least a total of 40 to 50 streets of affluent high quality Mars, Hershey and Nestle products. I was a hippie he was a hobo. We made our costumes from hand me downs from our older sisters and brothers. The booty was so good that before the sun went down had to go home to empty our pillow cases because the load was too heavy. It felt so liberating. No parents waiting at the sidewalk or younger siblings and friends to follow along. We were just two kids (a hippie and a hobo) going from house to house. Total freedom to legally get as much free candy as possible!
