When I was a kid we didn't get to go trick-or-treating. We dressed up for our Halloween parties at school (usually as a ballet dancer wearing the costume from the previous year's dance recital, since my mother is both frugal and resourceful) and we got to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters, but we weren't allowed to go ourselves. I think this was probably because until I was eleven, we were part of an evangelical church where eschewing Halloween was de rigeur, and my parents figured we got enough excitement at the church's Harvest Festival, or whatever it was called.
My parents clearly didn't think Halloween was evil, though, or they wouldn't have been distributing candy to the neighborhood children. With six of us to bug them about it every year, it was only a matter of time before they reconsidered their anti-trick-or-treating stance. Sure enough, when I was thirteen Mom and Dad decided that trick-or-treating would be allowed. But I was Too Old, so I didn't get to go.
It bears mentioning that a significant number of my siblings, when they were in eighth grade, still got to go trick-or-treating. The oldest kid is always Too Old at a younger age than subsequent children, who seem young in comparison. It's not fair! Humph.
Appearances to the contrary notwithstanding, I'm really not bitter. I had an extraordinarily happy and privileged childhood, and missing a once-a-year chance to dress up and get free candy was not enough to cast a shadow over it. Plus, my sisters were very generous about sharing their candy with me.
Still, ever since the second line appeared on the pregnancy test that indicated Camilla was on the way, I've been looking forward to the fact that someday I'll get to take her out on Halloween, and ring doorbells and get free candy the way I've always wanted to do. This will probably turn out to be much less fun than it looks, especially with a toddler, but please. Don't shatter my fantasies before I get a chance to fulfill them.
We decided Milla was still too young to trick-or-treat this year. I was a little afraid of the karma, truly, since I've always mentally mocked the people who take their pre-mobile children door-to-door. I mean, please. You know who's really going to be eating all that candy, and it's not the eight-month-old!
However, we did put Milla in her stroller and take a walk around the neighborhood during prime trick-or-treating time, just to enjoy the atmosphere. And maybe it's wishful thinking for what I never had, but I thought it was nice. People were friendly and said hi, and it was fun to see all the kids in their cute costumes.
(Also, there were teenagers in jeans and sweatshirts trick-or-treating. What is that about? Now I have a new group to mentally mock.)
We also pulled out last year's chicken costume to see if it would still fit Camilla. The sleeves and pants were a little short, but she looked adorable anyway. Our camera is on the fritz, so I'll post a picture when I get one from my sister.
I hope everyone had a great Halloween!