I remember the excitement of wondering what kinds of costumes would show up at the door.
Giving candy out to the other kids was the closest I came to participating on a yearly basis. At school my friends and I would compare notes about the different visitors we had the night before. "He-Man came to my house!" "This one kid had the coolest Pac-Man costume!" Clearly it was a very long time ago.The kids from the frummest families would brag that they gave out healthy snacks. "Give them raisins. They won't come back next year." I suppose its good that the frummies at least gave the trick or treaters something.
My grade school Rebbeim felt the need to attack Halloween every year. "It's a pagan holiday! Avodah Zarah!!!" they would cry. Pagan was always short hand for idol worship. Of course, idol worship is covered in the Ten Commandments and is punishable by death. So on some level the message was if you dressed up and went Trick or Treating you should be killed. They were over the top about it. I guess they feared the lure of sweet, sweet candy might make us cross over. Meh. Purim always seemed like a fair trade. I was never hung up about missing out on Halloween. I think they over played their hand.
Wow. While writing this post I had a flashback.
I remember carving a pumpkin when I was very little (maybe 5?) with my father. That was pretty cool. If I remember correctly the pumpkin's hacked out features didn't come out as perfectly as I thought they should. We put a candle in it so the poorly carved face would light up in the dark. Having BT parents can be pretty cool sometimes.
Happy Halloween everybody!

