Ah Yes! I remember all those Halloween nights when I was but a wee tike!!!
BUT, when I was little we were soooooo poor that my parents couldn't afford to buy a store-bought costume for me, so my Mom used to take a brick of charcoal and make it look like I had a 5-day growth of beard. She then would take an old white sheet, cut a big hole in it, and I'd stick my head through it.
I also remember about half way though the night getting really tired of walking up to people's doors and having them ask, "And what are you supposed to be, little boy?"
By that time I'd answer 'em with..."Well, I'm SUPPOSED to be DONE BY NOW, Sport! Can you move your a$$ a little FASTER with that friggin' candy there SLOWPOKE! I'm SUPPOSED to be home by 8:30, D*MN IT!!!"
