As a kid who grew up tall (and therefore given weird like very early). 100%. These days, I don’t even care if it’s an adult trick or treating, and they’re not wearing a costume. Let people have fun. Let people be kids.
My last year was in high school. We filled our buckets with candy that we purchased ourselves, and then ran around the neighborhood “restocking” all the houses after yelling “Trick-or-Treat!” We’d accept and immediately eat one piece of candy each from anyone who offered, and one of us would ask, “what do we say?” and we’d all shout “thaaank yoooooouuuuu!” with candy in our mouths.
This was also my experience, except one person actually told me I was too old to be trick-or-treating. It didn’t help that my grim reaper costume was actually scaring the smaller children.
My first year to skip trick-or-treating, I hid in my mom’s bushes. When people would walk up to take candy, I’d casually walk out with my hands in a nonchalant “surprise” pose, and I’d say “boo” in the most calm, monotone voice I could muster. People would jump or scream a little, see me approaching them fully deadpan, and scream before running away.
I was asked to stop by some of the neighborhood parents who said it was significantly more terrifying and traumatizing than if I had performed a proper jump-scare.
As a kid who grew up tall (and therefore given weird like very early). 100%. These days, I don’t even care if it’s an adult trick or treating, and they’re not wearing a costume. Let people have fun. Let people be kids.
Yeah, my last year I was 12 and around 5’9. I got some looks
Are you me? I was a giant at 11 when I hit 5’9”!
Still there quite a few decades later.
Yeah, I made it to 6’0 and that was it for me
My last year was in high school. We filled our buckets with candy that we purchased ourselves, and then ran around the neighborhood “restocking” all the houses after yelling “Trick-or-Treat!” We’d accept and immediately eat one piece of candy each from anyone who offered, and one of us would ask, “what do we say?” and we’d all shout “thaaank yoooooouuuuu!” with candy in our mouths.
This was also my experience, except one person actually told me I was too old to be trick-or-treating. It didn’t help that my grim reaper costume was actually scaring the smaller children.
My first year to skip trick-or-treating, I hid in my mom’s bushes. When people would walk up to take candy, I’d casually walk out with my hands in a nonchalant “surprise” pose, and I’d say “boo” in the most calm, monotone voice I could muster. People would jump or scream a little, see me approaching them fully deadpan, and scream before running away.
I was asked to stop by some of the neighborhood parents who said it was significantly more terrifying and traumatizing than if I had performed a proper jump-scare.