Halloween When I Were Young

Ever thing are different these days. Yesterday I heard a lady in the grocery store complaining 'bout having to pay over a hundred dollars for her little boy's halloween suit. When I were I boy we couldn't pay nothing for that kinda foolishness. We had to go through the attic or closets for old clothes and sheets and things and make our own outfits. Kinda had to do our own thinking, doncha know? We loved trick or treating 'cause the things they give out was things what was cooked in their own kitchens; cookies, candies, and dipped fruits. At the church in the basement they had a carnival ever year. I remember getting one of the worst whippings of my life at one of them things. They had this event where you got blindfolded and was made to stick your hand down in the mixture what you were told were brains and eyeballs. I knowed it were spaghetti and green grapes 'cause Maydene what worked for my grandma were the one what made the spaghetti and I heard her laughing 'bout it with Canary what worked next door. Well, when I put my hand down it that stuff I come up against a couple of grapes right off and shoved 'em in my mouth and made all kinda noises about how much I loved eyeballs and would eat any I could get my hands on. Some of the girls went out screaming and all kinda mayhem busted out. When I look back on it, it don't seem I got treated fair. Ain't halloween supposed to be for making kids scream and run anyway?