Back in the old days, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, and yer uncle still had real teeth (he was so handsome back then, you should have seen him, really, it would make your heart swoon), when I had to walk up hill to school both ways in the snow with no shoes and they made movies with styrofoam props and bits of string, we used-ta have to walk in the dark to go trick-er-treatin’.
We’d have-ta carry about bits of our costumes as they fell off, tote our own paper bag full of candies and pick them up off the road when they would spill there amongst the gravel when the bag broke.
Used to be, in the old days, we’d have to walk (no! Really!) from one house to the next, passing by the spooky bits between those houses that were occupied and them that weren’t.