My trick-or-treating career began when I was two years old and ended when I was 17. Friends of mine had younger siblings that we would chaperon around the neighborhood. I still yearn to wander the night in search of mini Snicker bars.
It was the sorting afterwards that I enjoyed, discovering the treasures of my plastic pumpkin. There were always two piles. The good stuff and the mysterious stuff. It wasn’t that the mysterious stuff had evil in it like razor blades.