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Times do change...
When I was a kid I lived in an apartment neighborhood. Dozens and dozens of kids running up and down hallways ringing doorbells. We'd hit so many homes in an hour filling our bags that we'd have to return home every hour or two just to get new empty shopping bags! By 10pm we'd have 4-5 large shopping bags filled with candy, and a jar full of money for UNICEF. Our parents would throw away any treats that weren't in commercial wrappers, fearing poison or drugs. That still left us with more candy than we could consume in the next three weeks!
Then reports of needles being hidden inside apples or caramel popcorn balls, rat poison sprinkled on candy corn, etc., reports coming in left and right about kids being attacked... and that pretty much ended Halloween for us. By the time I was 11 or 12, perhaps there might be 10 kids in the neighborhood trick or treating... By the time I was 14 there were none. These days, people in that neighborhood are afraid to open their doors to anyone they don't know.
Times do change.
Stitchawl
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