I used to love Halloween when I was a kid. My dad and I used to climb up a large pine tree in our front yard, stuff a dummy with leaves, and drop it on people [we tied a rope to it so we could pull it back up].
One year we dropped it on a couple of neighborhood watchmen from the block church [they were doing some sort of thing in a negative response towards Halloween that year] and we scared them that way. One man screamed like a little girl, while the other laughed sooooo hard. They were in their sixties xD
Over the years I got sort of...meh when it came to Halloween. My sister always stole my candy from me and I never had a real attachment to my sweet tooth, so I lost interest.
I also stopped handing out at Halloween because there were some really, REALLY creepy people that would come up to the house and I was like, nine when I stopped trick-or-treating.