Back then it was Baby Ruth. These days I'll settle for anything I can steal or trade for. At Saturday's trick or treat at the campground, I managed some Reeses cups from my son's MIL and then my son handed over some M&Ms with peanuts (male M&Ms). All I had to trade was the lousy stuff my wife buys (things she likes), Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, Snickers, and Twix. It gets to the point late in the trick or treating where we move to a "handful" for each kid. Better than eating it ourselves.
Back in the past, we grew to the point where it just wasn't fun to go out. My dad liked it because he could go inside and watch TV, leaving us to our own devices. It usually would result in me walking down the road to my buddy's house. By about 9 the only ones out would be the big kids, trying for new record candy hauls. My buddy was really generous. He'd put a handful of ice cubes in their bags. Back then everyone used a grocery bag with the top rolled down a couple of turns. The ice would melt and dissolve the bottom of the bag. Pretty evil, but fun to bet on where you'd start seeing candy all over the ground. I wonder what kind of trouble he's getting into these days. That was 50 years ago.