What killed it was the pc crowd who declared that no one was allowed to dress up as a witch, a gypsy, a bum, an Indian, etc.
Soooo, I guess I could go as a stapler or giraffe or something. Like nothing else was allowed. Or get 19 friends and go as a pack of cigarettes. Oh, no, sorry, smoking is bad for kids, so that’s out.
I used to love Hallowe’en. Get my bag of loot at the end, engorge over the next day or two, sleep off the candy-coma, and enjoy.
And costumes were homemade, rarely bought. You came up with ideas, collected what you needed, made your costume over the entirety of October, then came Hallowe’en itself, and it was magic.
Then… see above.
And yeah, there were retards who’d egg houses and cars, but they were thankfully rare. I don’t recall trees being TPed. Shaving cream, yeah, but that was soap that washed off. Nothing really destructive.
Yeah, I sound old, but we really did have fun on Hallowe’en.
Today, it’s just another day. Last year, not a single doorbell ring. The year before, maybe 2-3.
I didn’t even buy any candy this year. Most likely I’d just end up eating it myself over the weekend.