There are only two memories about trick or treating in my life:
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I was about 7 when a group of 3 'kids' (about my age) rang the doorbell and my grandmother opened the door. The kids did treat or treat and my grandmother only said "Sorry, but we have no candy" and closed the door.
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I was about 12 when I got to go on a trick or treat with my friends, after my mom buying a spider-man suit and bunch of things to gather candies. Not only was I (and my friends) exhausted with 3 hours of walking through the streets my clothes started to fall down for some reason, and after some time the neck line was down to the point of showing my chest. Thankfully as I hated the suit so much from the first place I stuffed a shirt in the bag, so I wasn't so troubled (other than that I couldn't walk from exhaustion).
