Last time I checked it wasn’t illegal for an adult to trick-or-treat with their children but there’s an unspoken law with some people who hand out the candy in my neighborhood. Punishment is not monetary, rather a blow to your ego, your pride, a test of your perseverance to rise above gloominess, people who like to rain on other peoples’ parades. I never thought I would be feeling like a nincompoop for putting on a mask for the last hour of trick-or-treating with my eight year old daughter. I even felt pretty good about the fact that we had breast cancer awareness tote bags to put the candy in as a contribution to things we cared about, never expecting that the tote would come back more empty than I expected. You see, many adults after handing candy to my adorable daughter, looked me over real good and must have decided that I didn’t deserve any candy in my bag…because they passed me right by. I could have shoved my bag in their faces or said hey, you forgot about me, but I decided that made me look needy and overwrought. I blew off the first non-giving adult and went to the next house with my daughter trying to forget the over sight. Two nice candy givers soon took the uneasiness away, but there was more gloom to come. I would have to say more people gave candy than didn’t but it was definitely not with a smile and a nice response to my jovial “Happy Halloween!” every time we rang their doorbells.
To top everything off, the last house we stopped at,the we could see the lady through her front door screen. She sat at the computer as we rang the doorbell, she didn’t move right away but looked over and than back at the computer and than over at us and once more back to the computer before she decided to pick her overweight darrier up and come to the door. Once again, my daughter said trick–or-treat and I announced “Happy Halloween!” to which she replied,”Aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating?” caught off guard, down from the last four or so adults that skipped my bag and tired from trying to keep my spirits up for myself and my daughter, I replied,”no, I’m with my daughter”, she than says,”Your stealing candy from the younger kids!” my reply than was, “I beg to differ”, that’s all I came up with, LIVID, my daughter and I were done trick-or-treating, thankfully it was already close to 7:00pm and she had a good amount of candy and fun, I, on the other hand, doubted why I put on a mask and decided to venture out with my child, I went from angry to humiliated to sad and than decided, hey….what better place to vent about this crazy experience than Associated Content.
I at first thought this would be my revenge to my neighborhood but that wouldn’t be fair to the majority of special adults out there that put so much thought and love into handing out candy to children or adults at Halloween. When all is said and done, I’ve learned that my eight year old daughter has learned some valuable lessons this Halloween, she learned about sharing and giving and greediness and sour pusses. I’m happy now relaying this story to many, the candy the adults didn’t put in my breast cancer awareness bag, my daughter gladly handed over to me to put in my bag from the very same adults. It’s ironic, isn’t it? She’s out there receiving candy, they’re handing it out, but it’s at a cost or a requirement, it’s not unconditionally yours, at least not in my neighborhood. This will not deter me from trick-or-treating with my child next year, although, I may try a costume a tad bit younger looking.