Ah, Halloween . . .
It’s a mixed bag. On the one hand, I was much more an introvert as a child—so the idea of knocking on a complete stranger’s door to ask for candy was nearly more than I could handle. Also, I hated to be scared—always hated it, always will hate it. As a matter of fact, my idea of a horror film is Clue or Private Eyes. Drag me through a haunted house and you’ll get a reaction similar to this.
It’s not pretty, people.
Lucky for me, there are far more happy memories associated with the holiday: nights spent carving pumpkins and roasting the seeds, weeks preparing for the perfect costume, chili, cornbread, and fresh baked pumpkin pie at my grandparent’s house, special goodies from family and friends.
And let’s not forget an excuse to eat an obscene amount of candy (I can’t let the ten pounds of what happens to be my favorite kind of chocolate, purchased for the off-chance we have a sudden of onslaught of trick-or-treaters, go to waste).
Needless to say, I’m wishing you all the good stuff, whether you’re a fan, or not-so-much.