Halloween Memory

When I was a kid, the whole point of Halloween was getting as much candy as possible. The first few years of my life I spent perfecting the art of trick-or-treating. I would practice pushing through other kids to get to the front and get the first pick. I would smile sweetly at whoever opened the door. Eventually though, I felt like I had plautued. One specific halloween I remember walking around outside with my siblings and my dad, swishing my hand around in my pumpkin candy bucket, and shivering from the cold. I was desolate. It was almost time to go home and I hadn't even filled my bucket. People seemed to be particularly stingy this year. With the weight of disappointment coupled with my heavy candy bucket, I began to lag behind the rest of my family. My Dad asked what was wrong and I copmlained that my candy bucket was too heavy. He took my haul and emptied it into the stomach of his jacket. The elastic band inside the jacket's waist held the candy inside and it just made my Dad look a little bit heavier. This was the birth of a genius idea. The next time I went to a house, I got four pieces of candy. The woman who opened the door felt bad that I had no candy and I was small and it was freezing outside. My brother and sister were upset that they only got a piece and so before the next house they handed their loot to my Dad. He was our candy mule. It was awesome! We got three or four pieces at each house and when our buckets got too full, we just emptied them into my Dad's coat. Although we all had to evenly split the candy because it had all mixed together in my Dad's coat, we all got a big enough haul that it was okay. In recollections, this sketchy trick-or-treat strategy was more than a little bit dishonest, I just melt my guilt with the memory of sweet candy in my mouth.