I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio and moved to southeastern Ohio. Tiny town called Jerusalem. My brother and I made friends with some of the kids who lived there, and we went Halloweenin' with a couple of the boys. I had never heard of it, but you take the dried kernels off some field corn and put it in your pocket or a bag, and hide by the road. You throw a handful at a car going by and the noise scares the hell out of the drivers. Luckily, we picked spot in the village where the cars had to slow way down and I think we only hit one of them. And Thank God, no one wrecked! We ran away through someone's back yard, laughing our heads off. I ran into a clothes line and lost my glasses. I lost my high school ring somewhere the same night. I went back to the yard where I lost my glasses, the next day, and got a pretty appraising look from the lady who lived there. I think losing my ring, and getting caught out was fair punishment. But there's a little more of a follow up.
A few years after my husband and I were married, we were driving out in the country, after dark, and this bizarre noise filled the car, scared me to death. Sounded like a machine gun. My husband laughed and said, 'Somebody just corned us!" Been on both sides 
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