Halloween Will Be Here Soon

In the country, everyone goes into town. I'll put together something for the next door little neighbor boys.

For the last three years, we went up to house my SIL was renting to hand out candy. I dressed up in the plague doctor costume my daughter made & had a blast. Loved watching the different reactions from the kids & some of the adults. One grandma was freaked out by it, but her grand kid didn't even blink. :LOL:

Since the house was sold, this year we'll be watching TV.
 
I love Halloween! One of the saddest parts of having to move from a house to an apartment is that I no longer get trick-or-treaters.

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In Oct 2016 I had my first Halloween in my new apartment. A lot of young kids lived there, and I was really stoked about seeing their costumes, giving them treats and chatting with their parents...I had just moved in a month before.

I stocked up on candy and snacks, hung a string of skeleton lights around the front door, and had everything ready to do myself up like a zombie.

On Oct 30th, the day before Halloween, I got a notice on my door saying that people associated with property management would sit out in front of every unit to give out so-called treats, a pencil and a notebook, to each kid. Residents were prohibited from giving out any sort of treats or even answering their door if a kid knocked on it.

I was so disappointed.

I bagged up my candy and went to my son's house to hand 'em out while him and his wife did the rounds with their little ones. Everyone in his neighborhood knew they were never home on Halloween night, so I stood out at the end of his cul-de-sac, dressed like a zombie, holding a rusty, dinged-up bucket of candy.

That was fun, but I was still bummed about the apartment's stupid Halloween rule.
 
On Oct 30th, the day before Halloween, I got a notice on my door saying that people associated with property management would sit out in front of every unit to give out so-called treats, a pencil and a notebook, to each kid. Residents were prohibited from giving out any sort of treats or even answering their door if a kid knocked on it.

I was so disappointed.

I bagged up my candy and went to my son's house to hand 'em out while him and his wife did the rounds with their little ones. Everyone in his neighborhood knew they were never home on Halloween night, so I stood out at the end of his cul-de-sac, dressed like a zombie, holding a rusty, dinged-up bucket of candy.

That was fun, but I was still bummed about the apartment's stupid Halloween rule.
That is disappointing. And pencils and notebooks are pretty lame Halloween "treats." I'm glad you got to hand out candy at your son's house, though.

My younger daughter is in her first house (since moving out) and has Halloween night off; she is so excited to see the trick-or-treaters this year.
 
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In Oct 2016 I had my first Halloween in my new apartment. A lot of young kids lived there, and I was really stoked about seeing their costumes, giving them treats and chatting with their parents...I had just moved in a month before.

I stocked up on candy and snacks, hung a string of skeleton lights around the front door, and had everything ready to do myself up like a zombie.

On Oct 30th, the day before Halloween, I got a notice on my door saying that people associated with property management would sit out in front of every unit to give out so-called treats, a pencil and a notebook, to each kid. Residents were prohibited from giving out any sort of treats or even answering their door if a kid knocked on it.

I was so disappointed.

I bagged up my candy and went to my son's house to hand 'em out while him and his wife did the rounds with their little ones. Everyone in his neighborhood knew they were never home on Halloween night, so I stood out at the end of his cul-de-sac, dressed like a zombie, holding a rusty, dinged-up bucket of candy.

That was fun, but I was still bummed about the apartment's stupid Halloween rule.
I guess maybe there was a threat to the candy that year, or maybe it happened before.
 
I guess maybe there was a threat to the candy that year, or maybe it happened before.
Or maybe they're just kill-joys?

Yeah, these were low-income apartments, and management probly assumed some residents would put drugs in the candy. I know none of them would have. I highly doubted it even before I got to know them. Drug users don't give away drugs, are you kidding me? It doesn't happen.

Anyway, yeah....lawsuit prevention.
 
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In Oct 2016 I had my first Halloween in my new apartment. A lot of young kids lived there, and I was really stoked about seeing their costumes, giving them treats and chatting with their parents...I had just moved in a month before.

I stocked up on candy and snacks, hung a string of skeleton lights around the front door, and had everything ready to do myself up like a zombie.

On Oct 30th, the day before Halloween, I got a notice on my door saying that people associated with property management would sit out in front of every unit to give out so-called treats, a pencil and a notebook, to each kid. Residents were prohibited from giving out any sort of treats or even answering their door if a kid knocked on it.

I was so disappointed.

I bagged up my candy and went to my son's house to hand 'em out while him and his wife did the rounds with their little ones. Everyone in his neighborhood knew they were never home on Halloween night, so I stood out at the end of his cul-de-sac, dressed like a zombie, holding a rusty, dinged-up bucket of candy.

That was fun, but I was still bummed about the apartment's stupid Halloween rule.
Pencil & notebook 📓 ✏️ LOL!
What fun! Not!
 
Pencil & notebook 📓 ✏️ LOL!
What fun! Not!
It's stupid, right? Why not a cute little story book if they had to take that route? Or color books and a small box of crayons. Or a sketch pad instead of those school-ish notebooks. At least those would be entertaining.

You know how many of those same kids trick-or-treated the apartments the following year? None. Zilch. They all went outside the gates, where the good stuff was.
 

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