I'm glad Halloween is over. I've never liked it. Not even as a kid. When I was young, there was no question what I would be dressing up as. I'd be a witch. We had two witch masks, one witch dress, and one cape. My sister and I were always witches. Somehow I always ended up with the cape and never the dress. I really wanted the dress. When it was my year for the dress, my sister would trick me out of it. I look back on this and wonder how. I'm smarter than she is. By far. Bless her heart.
We moved when I was 6 years old from suburbia to Ruralville. Okay, that's not really the name but you get the gist. Halloween was spent walking to houses a quarter mile apart, ringing the doorbell, and being rewarded with a bite size tootsie roll or smarties. We'd come home after two hours of begging with 12 pieces of candy - none of them candy bars.
One year we went to a house and the guy yelled at us. Said he didn't believe in Halloween then slammed the door in our faces. I heard he died a few years ago. I didn't cry.
When I had children, I did the whole planning ahead for Halloween costumes. The year I had my second daughter 10 days before Halloween, I had already sewn my older daughter's costume and bought the appropriate color of tights. I hated it but I had to play the game.
The past few years have been particularly delightful. The kids tell me what they want to be for Halloween and a couple of them (okay, just one) has very specific ideas in their (her) head. I scour ever Target, Walmart, Shopko, Kohl's and resort to internet and nothing is just right. They (she) finally concedes on a costume, I order it, pay shipping, it arrives the day before Halloween and they've (she's) changed her mind and wants something else the day before Halloween.
At school there is always a Halloween party and parade. We can't celebrate Christmas at school and sing religious songs but we can dress up as satanic, damned souls and carry a pitchfork, glorifying the other extreme.
Okay, the real issue is that I feel guilty if I don't take time off work so I can see the costume parade. Trust me, I've seen the costume. I sewed/ordered/pinned the costume. I feel nostalgic when all I had for my costume was a witch mask. Every. Single. Year.
Now neighborhoods do "Trunk or Treats." That's where people park their cars/minivans/Suburbans and the kids go down one street and make out like a bandit in 30 minutes. If you're the people who give out one bite size tootsie roll, the other parents know it. Trunk or Treat is a strike of pure genius.
This year everybody (except the one) came up with a costume from all the crap we have in the dress-up bucket. Even the one found most of her costume there, too. Both daughters offered to take the 5 year old trick or treating. The oldest one offered because she knows she's too old to go herself but people offer candy to her, anyway. Smart girl.
I stayed at home. I didn't sew. I didn't go to Partyland. I didn't wear a witch mask. My kids came home with an incredible amount of candy. Hence, I have quite a selection of candy stash to
I don't hate Halloween, anymore.