I was talking to the kids last night about Halloween and they asked me to tell them a story about my childhood.  I started laughing when I thought back to when  my brothers and I along with a few neighborhood kids decided to "trick or treat" a couple days before Halloween.  We just couldn't wait one more day to get our hands on candy.   

The "roost" was that we would tell neighbors that we were moving to Alaska so we needed to trick or treat early.  (I guess they don't celebrate Halloween in Alaska).  We actually knocked on doors yelling "trick or treat" to these poor neighbors who had the most confused looks on their faces.  When they heard our story, they proceeded to try and find something to give to us.  It kind of backfired on us because they hadn't bought their candy yet so we had to settle for boxes of raisins, old hard candy and, if we were lucky, a nickel or two.