I’ve never been a lover of Halloween. Sure as a kid getting a truck load of candy had its luster. However, everything else about Halloween I could do with out. Some people love it. They go all out. I’m just not a fan. As a child a lot of it scared me. I remember going through the haunted house behind the stage of my elementary school. I would cling to my friend Kate’s hand and just stare at the ground or close my eyes. She would steer me through. I was scared even though I knew the haunted house was put on by the fourth graders…my brother being one of them. I knew it was make believe, but it still scared me.
Fast-forward to junior high and high school. I wasn’t a fan of horror movies, although I liked a good thriller. Of course someone with an October birthday would theme their party around Halloween. There would be a sleep over and I would have to watch The Shining while peeking through my fingers, or hiding behind Kate yet again! Then there were the girls who just LOVED it. That feeling of being scared.
I know many Halloween lovers. They deck out the lawns with tombstones and coffins, and try planing the scariest costumes. The only Halloween decoration I ever loved was a ceramic pumpkin lamp my mother made in the 70s, and she still has it. My kids love it now too. I just don’t know why everyone loves it so much. It’s so creepy and morbid. There’s no joyful celebration of any sort. Why are people crazy about Halloween?
I find Logan is sort of following my path. He doesn’t even like to walk into Rite Aid around this time of year because of the skeletons, and I get it. I understand it and I don’t mind one bit. However, he had a great time last night. He even decided to make his own mask last minute. So, although I was secretly dreading it, we went and did the trick or treating thing. Nine houses later the kids pumpkins were stocked with all sorts of delicious treats…and of course I stole a few peanut butter cups and Almond Joys.