Trick

trick (n., v.)

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever found in your pillowcase after trick or treating? Mine is a block of pool chalk, random but harmless. It could have been worse. A quick poll of the office brings up soap candy and dental floss (both known enemies of all children). I also remember one elderly lady who gave out handfuls of peanuts, which was just plain dangerous.

Trick or treating safety has always been a concern. God knows my mother worried about me. But in the age of helicopter parents the paranoia has reached new heights. Apparently a lot of kids spend Halloween night at the mall now — for their safety. Safe as it may be, that sounds pretty lame to me.

Sure, I’m a little bitter that none of those kids will have to wear winter coats and snow pants underneath their princess costumes like I did during my Calgary youth. But they are also missing out on a crucial aspect of trick or treating… tricks.

I wasn’t much of a Halloween prankster myself. You wouldn’t see me smashing any pumpkins, but I am nostalgic for a time when Halloween was a little more mischievous. Nicky nicky nine doors, silly string, stink bombs, and TP-ing your neighbours house – all fair game on Halloween.

I guess I’m just old-fashioned. I prefer a Halloween that’s scary not sexy, outdoors not in. And I am a firm believer that there is no place for Segway riding mall cops on Halloween…unless of course your costume is Paul Blart.

— Claire