Trick-or-treating is almost upon us, and you're probably reflecting on your childhood Halloween traditions. Maybe you went trick-or-treating with friends, or perhaps it was a family affair. Regardless, I'm jealous of you. I'm 24 years old, and I'm still salty about not being allowed to trick-or-treat as a kid since my parents forbade it. I was allowed to go once, with friends who dressed up in an attempt to be ironic and laugh at all the people who were trick-or-treating in the eighth grade. Such nerds! Trick-or-treating wasn't the only thing I missed out on. I also wasn't allowed to read Harry Potter, but that's an essay for another day. Still, the pain of not being able to read the most popular book series at my school quickly passed — I was more of a Little Women fan, anyway.
The lack of trick-or-treating still hurts, though. I happen to be visiting my parents this weekend, so I asked my mother if she has any regrets about not letting me or my sisters join our friends on Halloween. Her response: "Nope." Great, glad that's settled. I'm glad she's been able to move on so easily, but I'm in my feelings about my ruined childhood. I'm a bit dramatic because my life was still pretty good, but that sweet Halloween fun won't ever exist for me.