So last night was Mischief Night. I was driving home around 11 p.m. expecting to see toilet paper and silly string galore. And to my dismay I saw none of that. I saw maybe one or two strands of toilet paper hanging from trees, but that was it. Maybe it was too cold out for the young pranksters. Maybe since it was a school night no body could go out. Or maybe I just drove through the wrong streets and all the toilet paper and silly string were a block over. Either way it disappointed me a but, but it also got me thinking about my youth. How things have changed from back then to now in general. And then I started to ponder on my own youthful antics and pranks.
One of my favorite Halloween/ Mischief night memories was when I was in elementary school. There was a park right down the street from my house that use to get toilet papered and silly stringed every year. My whole family use to go down there and partake in the festivities with our own supply of toilet paper and silly string. We had a lot of fun and bonded as a family. My parents use to say if they yelled hide, we were to hide because a cop was coming. I remember one year we had to hide. We were in the middle of decorating the park. Running around and giggling like maniacs. Then we heard my father yell “DUCK!” and we all hid. My brothers and sisters took cover behind slides and trees but I was stuck in the middle of an open field. So I instinctively jumped to the ground and laid absolutely still. When the cop shined his light over the park, it just missed me. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life.
We weren’t juveniles and my parents weren’t “bad parents”. They took us out so we could have good, clean fun and not damage any property and not get into trouble. The police don’t care if kids are out on Mischief Night with a parent because they know that most parents are responsible and won’t let their children damage any property or hurt anyone. Our parents taught my siblings and I how to have fun and be festive in a respective way. We never egged houses or smashed pumpkins because it was disruptive and costly.
Nowadays kids are egging houses, smashing pumpkins, putting bologna or coke on cars, smashing mailboxes or car windows. Just a bunch of destructive juveniles running around like the laws don’t apply that night and it’s a free for all. It’s a shame that now cops patrol the streets on Mischief Night like their expecting a riot because that’s what it’s basically turned in to.
I want my readers to take a minute and think about their favorite Halloween/Mischief memory. Was it a costume that you absolutely loved? Going to a haunted house that scared the living daylights out of you? Maybe it was the Halloween that you ate so much candy that you were up all night with a stomach ache and you had to miss school the next day. Take a minute to think about your favorite childhood memories and relive your youth.





