Jessica Landman
Editor
Halloween in Upstate New York leaves trick-or-treaters at the mercy of cold and often rainy weather. No matter how many layers of clothes we would wear in an attempt to keep warm, it never seemed to be enough. By the end of the night, my fingers were so cold I couldn’t feel them and my whole body was shivering. The last place we would go to every year was our church. They would always serve hot cider and doughnuts. We would enjoy the food and company while we regained feeling in our hands before making the treacherous journey back to our car to return home.
Natalie St. Denis
Editor
My most memorable trick-or-treat experience was bittersweet. Since the first day of kindergarten, my best friend Helene and I were inseparable, and everyone knew it. So when she broke the news to me that she had to move to England in the middle of our eighth grade year, we were both heartbroken. But this just meant we had to make her time left in America jam-packed with all the classic Natalie and Helene adventures. One of which included paying tribute to one of our favorite movies growing up, “The Cat in the Hat.” We dressed up as Thing 1 and Thing 2 and hit the town Halloween night. We spent most of our time in Helene’s neighborhood, as there were a few houses notorious for giving out full-size candy bars. I remember people getting a kick out of our costumes, which we really dedicated ourselves to, blue wigs and all. It really was a classic Natalie and Helene stunt. Looking back on that brisk night, it’s not the full-size candy bars I remember, it was the fact that I felt so lucky to have someone in my life who made saying goodbye so hard.
jEREMY bINNING
Staff Writer
The most memorable trick-or-treating experience I had was when I was 9. I grew up in a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn, so when Halloween came, we would go to stores around the neighborhood to trick-or-treat instead of houses. Well, that year I went out with my brother and we got a full bag of candy. As we were walking home, my brother slipped on a metal grate, because it had been raining earlier, and all his candy fell into the grate. A few were saved because they were big enough, but a majority of them went down into the sewer. My mom made me share my bag with him even though I didn’t want to.
kiyanna Noel
Staff Writer
My most memorable trick-or-treat was my second time in the eighth grade. I decided this Halloween I would dress up in a unicorn onesie with my friends and we would go to a few different neighborhoods and scope out the houses for which had the king-size candy bars. We used our phones kind of like walkie-talkies to send mysterious messages of which houses were worth it and which were a waste. By the end of the night my pillowcase was so full of candy, I actually ended up stealing someone’s bowl just to collect more. However, I did return it the next day.
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