I remember when it was safe to accept home baked goods when Trick or Treating as a kid. Seems like such a long time ago. I was still quite young the first time I'd heard about some poor kid biting into a caramel apple that had a razor blade in it. It was a long time before I could eat one not made by my mom. Trick or Treating is supposed to be a fun night for kids of all ages; a safe walk through the neighborhood where kids basically beg for candies and toilet paper the house of those that don't hand any out. Right?
Gonna tell you about my most favorite Halloween of all time. It earned my siblings and I a deserved beat down...Can't recall the year or my exact age, but I think I was around 8 years old and so for the sake of this posting, we'll just agree I indeed was 8. It was a normal day that turned into our sneakiest night yet - we decided to make a dummy to scare kids who came Trick or Treating. It turned out awesome!
We used my one brothers old clothes, shoes, baseball cap and even a pair of his glasses. Made the limbs and torso out of newspapers using small branches for stability. Little bugger sat on the porch until past dark and we then made much better use of him...
Across the street there were two homes but at the corner, the lot was empty. A number of tall, thick trunked trees were on that lot with the granddaddy of them all near a stop sign. We'd found some rope - a nice long stretch of it - and made a noose for our dummy, slid his neck in and tightened it up. Oh, did I forget to mention that we slung the rope over a nice thick branch that overhang the cross street first? Well, we did. Once our dummy was perfectly hanging close to the branch, we hid behind the mammoth trunk of our host tree.
What you should also know is that the street we had it hanging over may have been flat where we were, it wasn't when you were driving up to that crest. There were no stop signs on this road at the cresting either, just on the cross street. It was super dark but for the moonlight...and the beam from the headlights coming up the hill.
We were nervously excited at the potential outcome of our devious prank. Still hiding behind the tree, lights were coming up the hill and we had to have this timed perfectly. Holding our collective breath, the seconds that went by were like hours until the precise moment came when we could let the rope loose and watch our dummy fall in front of the car that just topped the hill. It was dead on timing! Who'd of thought our first drop would be so perfect! The driver of the car stomped the breaks and beat on the horn at the same time - we accomplished our goal of scaring the crap out of someone!
Next thing to happen was our getting our butts beat severely for even thinking of doing such a thing, then beat some more for the mental distress caused to the driver, then again for that small detail that the driver could have been so freaked out, instead of stomping the break he could have hit the gas and propelled his car into one of the trees on that lot. Sure, who wouldn't be sorry for something bad really happening to someone because of something we did - we really were sorry about that.. Thing is, the potential outcome never came to our minds - we were just youngin's pulling a prank. Fact is, no one was physically hurt but us with the beat down but the memory of our achievement still makes me put on my devilish face and be proud that we had set a goal and accomplished it greatly!
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