Now that I'm an adult, I love Halloween for a completely different reason than I did as a child. When I was a kid, I loved the gobs of candy I'd take home and then gorge on while my mother wasn't looking.
As an adult, I love the kids. The costumes, the little dragons, the little princesses (or, in the case of one creative little girl, a dead zombie princess complete with murder weapons), and the old school ones of TMNT, Superman, Batman, etc.
I love to sit outside and hand out candy. Really, I take a blanket outside, set myself up with an extra blanket for warmth, a bowl of candy, and a lantern so the kids know to hit my house on their way by.
I even give candy to the teenagers, as long as their dressed up. No costume, no candy; I know, it makes me evil and mean, but dammit, it's Halloween! Dress up!
I had planned on being a saloon girl this year, but that kind of fell through. So, now, I'm just going to do heavy make up and hand out my candy like a good girl.
I'm not sure my fellow townspeople could handle me in a corset, heels, and fishnets... not to mention the fact I planned on carrying around a huge gin bottle with me (don't be crazy, it'd be full of water. Mainly because I'd have drank the gin already!)