When I was 10, this guy handed out giant kickballs!

I gotta bunch of razorblades.

I just saved 'em and now I'm using 'em.

I got a rock.

With a chick.

A guy said he was all out of candy, but promised us ten bucks if we came back the next day. We did, but it turned out he didn't live there, and had apparently stolen their stereo that night. I got to give a description to the police, and ended up with a plastic sheriff's badge instead of ten bucks.

i was a chubby kid. i'd have rather had a milky way or a fistful of m&ms.
oh yeah, cool story.

a blow pop.

hot score!

that is the greatest man that ever lived. Seriously, he deserves parades.

of course the impromptu game of dodgeball that would start would be pretty fucking crazy. That, or kids hiding in the bushes to wail little kids and steal their kickballs/candy.

One year it rained so my friend & I were the only ones trick or treatin in his neighborhood. We get to this one house & they had this huge bowl of candy & let the 2 of us split it. It was pretty much an entire nights worth of candy from one house.

Way back in the olden days, when people didn't place the fear of biting into something with razor blades in 'em...my neighbours would give out caramel apples. In my eyes, caramel apples were better than any candy in my Trick or Treat bag.

I was given these unwrapped sweet tarts that made me see satan

mormon pamphlets

pennies

pencils

cans of Hansen's soda

an entire bowl full of McDonald's gift certificates (about 75-100)

I too got McDonald's coupons one year.



Another time a dude was giving out dollar bills and hey, I didn't have to do anything "extra" for one either.


When I was like 14 years old me and a friend went trick or treating early at like 4:30 p.m. and this one older couple were like, "Oh no, this candy is only for kids! You guys are too old for Halloween.


Damn right we egged their house later.

I stopping trick or treating somewhere around 5th grade, but then started again as a junior in high school.

I never trick or treated.

My parents sucked.

Tooth-brush on North Eighty-third in '88.

The home-owner was a dentist.

The brushes were his office's monogrammed models.

... Asshole. Cheap asshole.

Worst score ever:

When I was just a wee wittle one, I went up to this one guy's house, and I said, "trick or treat", and he said, "I'm all out of treats, so you have to show me a trick". I didn't have any, so I cried.

Awwww, poor wittle Peter.

No worries, it didn't scar me for life or anything.

I was a kid it was pretty much assured we would be mugged by older kids in the lane between Tillanburn Road and Spalhall Drive.

For some reason we never changed our route. The lure of an untapped seam of Tillanburn candy was just to strong....and then we had nothing except perhaps a red mark on our face if we were cheeky to our assailants.

we used to be really impressed by the people who gave out cans of soda.