This is me with my five siblings one Halloween, many years ago. I'm the littlest one peeking out on the far left and, honestly, I have no idea what the hell any of us are.
I like Halloween less for the dressing up part and more for the candy part. My brother, Stephen, and I used to unload our stash on the den floor and then divvy up and trade for our most coveted crack replacement : Anything with 10 or more grams of sugar. My favorites were candy corn, butterfinger, nestle crisp, and milkyway.
But if I was lucky enough to get a full pack of fun dip, it was well worth the 43 minutes of insanity and then the 3 days of nausea that inevitably followed after eating it all at once.