It’s not the amount of candy they get that kids will remember. It’s the costume they wore. Even more if their mother spent countless hours making said costume, right down to the last hour. To make it perfect for her daughter to trick-or-treat in. That’s what that kid is going to remember five years from now when they’re not trick-or-treating any longer. Not how many candy bars they got.
My daughter’s last year of trick-or-treating she was really into the Flintstones. So guess what we went as? Fred, Wilma and Pebbles. Does my daughter talk about all the candy she got that year? No. But she still talks about how we all dressed as the Flintstones and she loved it.