The 1980s: the decade when Halloween wasn’t necessarily the happy-go-lucky, relatively sheltered (by way of a parent still dotingly accompanying you in your tween years) experience that it is today. At least not my childhood Halloweens anyway. No, mine were of the sweat and suffocate in a plastic Gold Circle-purchased costume (no Walmart in our neck of the woods yet) variety, and then upon returning home, mom and dad would do their due diligence by inspecting every piece of “suspect” candy. For what…why, razor blades of course.
Now certainly, if you google Halloween in the 80s, overwhelmingly, nostalgia driven pieces will turn up. Happy pieces. Best-decade-ever-for-Halloween pieces. I am not ashamed to say that I am a Halloween hater, and I attribute 90% of that to the 80s.
Early Halloweens (Ages 5 to 7)
Disclaimer: after age 5 I did not go again until I was 8.
My mother tries to fit me with one of those plastic smocks bearing some semblance of Wonder Woman and...
