I grew up in the suburbs of a major metropolitan Midwestern city. It was trick-or-treat heaven — like you see in the movies. We'd bring home pillowcases (note the plural) full of snacks, canned sodas, fruit, and there was always a toothbrush. Parents dressed up to go with their kids and those who stayed home dressed up and decked out their porches - it was a huge production. My new neighborhood, however, does nothing. Literally. And it's kind of a bummer.