I am uneasy with Halloween.
I don’t mind the dressing up per-say but it’s the trick or treating which I am the most uneasy with.
You see, when I was growing up, my parents would never let me go trick or treating and, at the time, I was gutted. Why couldn’t I go and get loads of sweets and chocolate like all of my friends?
I recently asked them why they wouldn’t let me. I suppose I assumed it was from a religious perspective. We are Catholic and a lot of Christians believe Halloween to be of pagan roots so not a suitable celebration.
However I was in for a surprise.
According to my mum and dad it wasn’t really done when I was young (how old do I sound?!) but when I asked when I was a teenager my dad said he didn’t agree the begging aspect of it.
My mum said if I was young now however, she would let me do it if she went with me.
And surprisingly again, I disagree.
Like I said, the dressing up does not bother me. I had a Halloween-themed birthday party for my 30th because my birthday is the day before (see photo of Rosie the dog dressed up for the occasion-please don’t call the RSPCA!!).
It is the house-to-house calls from children, like my dad said, begging.
When we lived at the old house, I did buy sweets and treats in for trick or treaters but one year, some older children said: ‘have you not got any money?’
This totally put me off. Surely their parents should have taught them to be thankful for whatever people offered them. Some people don’t even open the door.
So at the moment, I would be reluctant to let my daughter go trick or treating when she is older.
Maybe I will change my mind but thankfully, living on the farm, we have few neighbours and I am relieved to say that thanks to rather large gates, dogs and Minty the guard-sheep, no one will be trick or treating at our door.