I recall the Snoopy snowcone machine. I didn't get one because my mother said that I'd just make a mess. She said the same about the Easy Bake oven.
I wanted an easy bake oven so much! F*ck, the kids on the commercials looked like they were having so much fun baking whatever it was. I was not allowed to touch a stove, an iron, or a knife for I don't even know how long. Haha.
Probably, jumping down a whole flight of stairs because I thought I could fly did not help matters, but I was a kid.
I loved Halloween as a kid much to the chagrin of my severely Catholic parents who thought it was sacrilegious and the Devil's holiday. So I got dressed up in non-threatening costumes such as bunnies and princesses. And we always went out at night, never day.
As far as I can tell, despite my parents' religious persuasions, they were all about "Trick or Treating is fun for the kids." It was a good time.
You know... Monty Python came up with a threatening bunny.
the last time you went Trick or Treating, or to extend it in a more adult manner, a Halloween Party?
I remember being Princess Leia my last year of trick or treating. I remember how all candy had to be thoroughly inspected by my mother for tampering, the she took "her cut" (any full size chocolate bars and whatever minis took her fancy)
I can see how you would make for a great Princess Leia.
She took all the full-size candy bars?!?
Phewww... Those are ALWAYS the ones with the razor blades in them.
I remember all the urban legends. The girl who got razor blades in her apple. The boy who got pins in his candy bar. Acid/poison in the Chubby drinks. Kids getting pulled into vans to be murdered or worse. Everyone swore that it happened to a friend of a friend.
And, that is how they got the full-size candy bars.
I also remember good legends. Like the family who lived up the road who's father worked in a comic warehouse and brought comics home for his kids. They had so many that they had to give them away so at Halloween, the Mrs. would dress up as the Wicked Witch and hand out 3 comics bundled with a rubber band and a candy to each and every kid. (true story, everyone for kilometers around went to this house, it was on the 'must visit' list). And of course the convenience store that gave out cans of pop.
Ha! I have called it both.
I will never call it COKE though. (It's a Southern thing.)
Later in my childhood, one of the places that stood out was the Zombeck house. I cannot remember what they handed out for candy, but it did not matter. The Zombeck's decorated like it was the last Halloween that would ever be celebrated.
Witches, ghosts, zombies, mummies... They probably had monsters in their yard I had not thought of.
A bit kooky--the youngest son is well remembered for dressing up as Batman and leaping roofs in the McDonald province night. Hahaha!
Literally. Or, so I have been told.
I still love Halloween though it has changed a lot for me. Sometimes there's a party, sometimes I hand out candy. Right now, it's slasher movies, a UFC fight and a bottle of something nice.
I love it, too!
I caught Shaun of the Dead this year, and knew better than to buy candy. They just don't come around this neighborhood.
I had a Casa Magna Colorado and some Crown Royal.
Not a bad mix.
Thanks for reminiscing with me, Lilibeta.