When I was a kid, we lived on a farm. We didn't have a neighborhood at all. We lived near a typical rural 'hood with no sidewalks, no lights and houses far apart, and Mom wouldn't take us there. We went to grandma's house in St. Charles. That worked out well for everyone because my aunt was only a few years older than us, and my mom took escort duty for us and her sister.
When we got older, my aunt took escort duty for us. When she was a teenager and too "cool" for trick or treating, she would stand at the head of a court and send us off down the court. One time, my younger brother and I went to this one house, while my aunt chit chated with her friends a block away. This really creepy lady in a witch costume invited us in... hmmmm, violate the cardnial safety rule of ToT-ing or not get any candy.... I was about 9-10 years old and my brother was 4-5...tough one.......we went in. Just barely inside the door....she offered us a choice of homemade cake or wrapped candy. She was really pushing that cake. I was totally freaked out. I knew we shouldn't be in the house. We grabbed the candy and ran.
We told my aunt immediately. She said that the freaky chick was a school teacher. She was testing us. I still think she was a freak.
We started hanging out in our own neighborhood after that. Those St. Charles people were weird....and that was almost 30 years ago.
We discovered that rural houses over-buy candy and wanna get rid of it. We'd get twice as much for half the number of houses.
After we first got married and lived in a townhouse, Halloween was social time for the adults. We all sat on our front stoops and talked. We met some neighbors for the first time doing that. Sometimes we didn't see them for a whole year, but on Halloween, we were old friends. They bused kids into our 'hood there. Lots of houses, little walking.
