Is there a finite rule to this? If so, I have never heard of it; in fact, I think of it as more of a guideline than a rule.
That’s what people always say, isn’t it?
Well, I mean, they’re not wrong. Not saying that…
Ah, trick or treating, what a fun way to spend the spookiest night of the year. You run yourself ragged chasing down rumors of king-sized candy bars, give yourself a stomachache, and close out the night puking in the toilet.
No? Is that not what you guys do?
Though I have spent my life on the safe “treat” side of the equation, I confess an admiration to those who dare to “trick,” and possibly be the fodder for the chainsaw-wielding maniac living just a few blocks off Sanity Avenue. Yeah. Throw your toilet paper. Your ass’ll be regretting it later.
The biggest argument here, I think, is whether or not there comes a time when trick or treating is restricted to those of a certain age. Is it 15, or 23? Nine, perhaps six? Are we inhumane enough to deny a bubbly five year old the pleasures of receiving a nutritious Nature Valley bar on their first Halloween?
My fellow people, I do believe we all know the answer to this question.
And if any of would care to share it, I would love to hear. Seriously. I have no idea.
I have stopped trick or treating as of last year. Why? ‘Cause I walk around enough as is, what with being a dishwasher all weekend, and walking three miles to and from classes on the UCCS campus. My legs are friggin tired, dudes. All I want to do is watch Stranger Things and eat candy in my kickin’ Halloween costume.
So, that said, there is no bias on this side. I am slowly progressing into the Boring-Adults Who-Don’t-Want-To-Go-To-The-Door-With-Their-Siblings-On-Halloween stage of my life; yes, I know, how dreadfully tragic.
Personally, though, from the standpoint of someone who has experienced the thrill of the hunt, I do not think there should be any age limits on trick or treaters, elder or toddler.
We only have one life on this world, so why not spend it doing what you love?
Get out there and break a leg–for some of you older individuals, be careful; I don’t know, dress up as Robo-Cop, or something, get some bionic knees–and remember, it’s all in the journey…
…Unless your journey is comprised of four and a half miles of gravel road.
Then you can say screw it and join me on the couch.
I’ll even save you a bowl of candy.
P.S: Probably gonna drop to one post a week, due to the stress of college and work and my third novel, so…yeah. Peace out.