I dunno, it's just past six local time, and I've already had ten trick-or-treaters in two carloads. Which, to be honest, is about as many as I'd been anticipating for the entire evening.
That's way out here on a gravel road, far, far out into the Iowa countryside. They're all kids I know, numbers swelled slightly by some teenage cousins accompanying some of them. I can think of at least three more trick-or-treaters I expect to see this evening— more, if some come out from town. I used to have more trick-or-treaters a few years ago, but there's a big cluster of kids out here on Wheatland Ridge who've moved on up into junior high and high school age these past few years.
We got home well after it started and by turning on the outside light I managed to get a total of 12, which would have been more but I turned the light off because I was running low on candy. It seems to be big in the neighborhood. I used to live in a real set of apartment buildings in an otherwise good neighborhood for trick or treating, so people didn't even try. Thus I have little to go on, but this is one of the larger bunches I have gotten, ever. I think it's the location. And they were all young enough to be appropriate, not like older teens who should have stopped.
I have had a couple of children come knocking at the door and I like it.
Hey, that link was neat Joe. We have a blogger that is in the entertainment field. Boy, I would love to be there tonight! An Evening with Edgar Allen Poe. My daddy read to me Edgar Allen, and he sure knew how to keep my interest. Daddy brought you right into the story using voice inflections...Woah, could he scare me. Oh what a great story teller and avid reader! Good play I say, neat, really cool!
We only had about thirty this year. Last year was around fifty, the year before over eighty. There were, by some reports, some trick-or-treaters yesterday evening (but we weren't home, so they lost out.) Lots of poggy bait to take to the office tomorrow, I say.
I think it's partially dependent on neighborhood. When I was growing up, almost everyone in the vicinity had kids, so Halloween was popular. Those same families own the houses now, so there's not so many, though my parents have noticed the occasional vanload (literally) of kids in cheap costumes, presumably from some neighborhood where trick-or-treating is a scary proposition.
The day doesn't help either. Some folks here won't let kids go T-or-T ing on Sunday....
That's way out here on a gravel road, far, far out into the Iowa countryside. They're all kids I know, numbers swelled slightly by some teenage cousins accompanying some of them. I can think of at least three more trick-or-treaters I expect to see this evening— more, if some come out from town. I used to have more trick-or-treaters a few years ago, but there's a big cluster of kids out here on Wheatland Ridge who've moved on up into junior high and high school age these past few years.
There has to be some kind of fear involved but I am not sure what it is.
Hey, that link was neat Joe. We have a blogger that is in the entertainment field. Boy, I would love to be there tonight! An Evening with Edgar Allen Poe. My daddy read to me Edgar Allen, and he sure knew how to keep my interest. Daddy brought you right into the story using voice inflections...Woah, could he scare me. Oh what a great story teller and avid reader! Good play I say, neat, really cool!
I know there are far more kids in the neighborhood than showed up at my door. That's why last night's results disturbed me so.