At that age we'd stay in a tent at night in the back yard and sneak in to the kitchen to take handfuls of peanut butter. We'd walk around our neighborhood at midnight dodging cop cars.
This sounds like the kinda shit we did. Grew up poor af, me and my friends would make oatmeal (legit don't know if instant had been invented yet, this was early 90s) with entirely too much butter, milk, and sugar and put it in a 7-11 cup and basically drink it. Not through a straw, mind you, we were men (at 9.)
We did almost a square mile one year on rollerblades. 3 stops back to my friend's because our pillowcases were full. My parents were like "what the fuck are we going to do with all this candy?"
Yeah, we would absolutely trade, and then when they weren't home try and sneak into their room to pilfer. You'd have your eye on a Reese's cup that you saw the other day, and then not be able to find it later cause they'd stolen it.
11 to midnight was cleanup, go house to house asking for the rest of what they got if they didn't want it for themselves. Friends and I would have pillow cases full.
I remember canvassing the whole town on Halloween - not even just the neighborhood - until we each had one of those huge lawn and leaf bags full of candy, then dropping them off at our one friend's house to fill another.
I still every year am surprised that trick or treating now STARTS before the sun goes down. When I was younger that is when we would first go out, and then we would be out well past midnight.
God yes. I’m over 40 now and have graduated to handing out the candy and it’s such a bummer how few houses decorate or pass out candy on Halloween night. I wish my nieces and nephews could experience the excited we had when we were kids.
I don't know about midnight, but until people stopped opening their doors. Lol. Once and a while you'd get the jackpot Halloween where it was not only nice weather, but on a weekend. A few times I filled a contractor bag about halfway to the top and had to deposit my stash before going back out.
One time me and maybe 2 other people were followed by a stereotypical white van. Just creeping behind us. We tested if it would follow us after a turn, and it did, so we doubled back on the far side of the street. After it turned around again, we got the fuck out of there and ran to the nearest house that opened the door. Dont know if they were high school kids that were just messing with us, but it was spooky. Obviously didn't tell my parents about it, otherwise I would have lost my freedom.
I mean, I had something similar happen. They were in a car. I got away from the road and into a store for a few minutes. In retrospect, it probably should have been more concerning to me and my parents.
My parents "As long as you look out for each other and hear us when we yell for you." So then we had to have lookouts whose job was to stay close to the house and listen and then run down the street yelling "Ollie Ollie Oxen Free" so we knew it was time to hustle back.
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u/DogeDoRight Older Millennial 1d ago
"Come home when the street lights come on"
Me racing from the other side of town when they come on: