This is my time of year. The candy, the costumes, scaring children. It was blast.
“You ready to go Marc?”
“Yeah, let me get my bag Felicia.”
Me and my sister went out and began to walk down the street preparing to go door to door for candy.
“If you’re supposed to be a maid, then where’s your duster Felicia?”
“Hey, the store was out of them, so mama got me a fan and it looks close enough-so ehh,” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.
We walked up to the first house and knocked on the door.
“Trick-or-treat!” We said as the door opened.
“Oh my! Here you go,” the lady that answered the door said. “Wow, I never thought I’d see someone as old as you trick-or-treating,” she said with a laugh, referring to me.
“Well hey, I’ll do whatever it takes to get the candy.”
We went to the next house that was lit and knocked on the door and said the greeting after a man opened the door.
“Hey ya go sweetie. Wow! I’m surprised you’re walking upright without a cane,” he said to me.
“Do I really look that old?” I laughed.
We went to numerous houses that night, knocking on the door for candy, and so many of them made references to age or jokes about how old I looked in costume.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have gone trick-or-treating this year,” I said.
“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with it. Aw, did you get your little feel-wings hurt,” Felicia said.
“It’s not funny! I should have known though. Not too many other kids on my street went trick-or-treating.”
After going to a few more houses, we eventually went to one more house before heading home.
“Haha, how are you?” a lady said. “Here you are. Well, if it isn’t for little Dikembe Mutumbo. Aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating?”
“Hey, Deke was my favorite player on the Houston Rockets and he’s not that old,” I told her.
“Well, as long as you play him. Take care honey,” she told us as we left.
We left back to our Cul de Sac street and to the house.
“You see how lucky you are that you get to celebrate Halloween and get candy? None of the other kids on the street can celebrate because they are Jehovah’s Witness,’ and they don’t celebrate holidays,” Felicia said.
“And it was funny that all those people made jokes about my age because I dressed as Dikembe. That joke is so old but it still kinda funny,” I said.
“Thanks for taking me. I’m surprised no one mentioned how old you were.”
“I may be 15 but no one is ever too old to go trick-or-treating.”