What is your favorite Halloween story from childhood?

downsizinghoss

So, as a kid I lived in Saudi Arabia from 78-84. That was second grade through 8th grade for me. This was before the telecom system was very good and way before we had satellite or anything like that. Holidays were very different over there.

Halloween wasn't really celebrated so we would go in groups with our moms, to compounds and apartment buildings full of westerners to trick or treat.

There were buildings that the companies called the Bachelor buildings. They were for the guys who worked over there, but had no family in country with them.

At one of the bachelor buildings a guy opened the door and was drunk on homemade hooch (alchohol being illegal over there).

We yelled "Trick or Treat!" and he started freaking out "Oh ****! Trick or Treaters! Oh my god! Oh ****!" he was ecstatic.
I think he had been drinking and depressed as it was pretty isolated over there at the time and it was a holiday.

He yelled at us "I will be right back! Wait just a minute!"
We sort of looked at each other nervously as we heard him banging around back in his apartment.
Our mom's were back behind us and they seemed like they were about to get us to leave.

Suddenly the guy comes running back to the door panting, "I don't have any candy! But here, take these!"

He proceeded to drop a very large, very frozen T-Bone steak into each of our candy bags.....


Got any good trick or treat stories?

Bonita_Lynne_58

I love that!

Forgive me friend...only one Halloween stands out for me. It was 1967 and I was 9yrs old...would be 10 the following January. I was wearing a dress...very full and long that I'd found at a thrift store...I think I was a princess. Anyway..it was cold.so I had layers of clothes underneath. We'd went to daddys's friends house to trick or treat in their neighborhood as ours was pretty sparse.

After trick or treating the adults were playing Canasta (sp)....I went to the restroom...found a mess...had had my very first visit from Tom....

Whispered to Mom..she told Dad we needed to go...Dad wasn't listening....She told him why...He announced the event to the entire house. I was humiliated...never wanted to go trick or treating again.

I did apologize. :blushing:

happypath101

LOVE your story Hoss! Thanks for sharing.

I wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween as a child. As a consequence, I'm "in like Flynn" every year as an adult. My two favourite memories (so far).

1. Being 8 months pregnant and HUGE with son. (My doc. kept checking for twins.) I wore black tights and a black tunic. I cut out a jack-o-latern shape from orange felt. I also cut a stem from brown felt and twisty vines from green felt. All I did was pin this creation to my massive belly. But, I had the best 3-D costume ever!! My co-workers and strangers at the office kept doing double-takes and laughing out loud. I mean, I already looked like a pumpkin..... :O)

2. My son was about 6. We were firmly into the years where he played the good guy and I had to be the bad guy. This year he was a knight and I was under strict instructions to be a "fire-breathing dragon". I actually found foam flames. I'm telling you - I followed orders. Well, the brave knight got a little freaked out at one of the neighborhood houses where a mummy jumped out of a grave. There's a picture somewhere of a dragon giving a knight a piggy back ride home on her shoulders.

SeaJenni

Where is that guy now when I need him? I wish I got steaks for Halloween.

I don't have any happy Halloween memories from my childhood. Holidays stressed my mom out. I dreaded them. Although, I did win a cutest costume award at the 6th grade dance. I was a bumblebee. I was shy, so winning an award was actually anxiety inducing, but it's the best memory I've got, so I'll keep it.

BeeElMarvin

Great story Hoss! I don't really have a story - more of a fond memory I guess.

When I was a kid, we covered our entire small town trick or treating. But, there was one house every kid in town HAD to go to. It was an elderly couple that lived there; when you rang the doorbell, the old gentleman would stand and talk with you for a few minutes commenting on costumes etc. He would then escort a group of 10 or so kids through the house to the kitchen where his wife was waiting. They would seat the group of kids around the kitchen table and talk and laugh, generally had a great time with the kids - all the while pouring a glass of fresh apple cider and offering a fresh made fried cake donut. The whole process took about 10 minutes for each group of kids and they did it over and over throughout Halloween night, speaking with every kid in town. I often think how sad it is that those innocent days when parents trusted strangers enough to allow that and kids were good enough to allow a kind old couple to enjoy the evening with them. Those 10 minutes sitting at that house could have been spent harassing 50 other houses for candy, but us kids sort of understood how important it was to those lonely, lovely folks.

happypath101

Great story Hoss! I don't really have a story - more of a fond memory I guess.

When I was a kid, we covered our entire small town trick or treating. But, there was one house every kid in town HAD to go to. It was an elderly couple that lived there; when you rang the doorbell, the old gentleman would stand and talk with you for a few minutes commenting on costumes etc. He would then escort a group of 10 or so kids through the house to the kitchen where his wife was waiting. They would seat the group of kids around the kitchen table and talk and laugh, generally had a great time with the kids - all the while pouring a glass of fresh apple cider and offering a fresh made fried cake donut. The whole process took about 10 minutes for each group of kids and they did it over and over throughout Halloween night, speaking with every kid in town. I often think how sad it is that those innocent days when parents trusted strangers enough to allow that and kids were good enough to allow a kind old couple to enjoy the evening with them. Those 10 minutes sitting at that house could have been spent harassing 50 other houses for candy, but us kids sort of understood how important it was to those lonely, lovely folks.

Love, love, love this story. It made my day!! I think we REALLY need to rethink how our culture over-protection has undermined community. I want us to re-build this sort tradition.

Bonita_Lynne_58

Great story Hoss! I don't really have a story - more of a fond memory I guess.

When I was a kid, we covered our entire small town trick or treating. But, there was one house every kid in town HAD to go to. It was an elderly couple that lived there; when you rang the doorbell, the old gentleman would stand and talk with you for a few minutes commenting on costumes etc. He would then escort a group of 10 or so kids through the house to the kitchen where his wife was waiting. They would seat the group of kids around the kitchen table and talk and laugh, generally had a great time with the kids - all the while pouring a glass of fresh apple cider and offering a fresh made fried cake donut. The whole process took about 10 minutes for each group of kids and they did it over and over throughout Halloween night, speaking with every kid in town. I often think how sad it is that those innocent days when parents trusted strangers enough to allow that and kids were good enough to allow a kind old couple to enjoy the evening with them. Those 10 minutes sitting at that house could have been spent harassing 50 other houses for candy, but us kids sort of understood how important it was to those lonely, lovely folks.

Wonderful story...I'd love to be able to pass out homemade goodies to the kidlets..but no parent in this day and age would let the kids eat the treats. Sad that some things have changes so much!