I’ve been Raggedy Ann, a Smurf, a clown, an M & M, a bird, and a big black cat – and those are just my costumes as an adult. From this list, you might think that I am a big fan of Halloween, but I’m not. Imagine a yearly party with 20 or more 7 and 8 year-olds on a sugar high, racing around, brandishing swords, tripping over princess dresses, and spilling cider and popcorn all over the floor. Not that much fun!
When I was a kid, Halloween, like almost everything, was less complicated than it is today. You didn’t have much of a costume, but you definitely wore a mask. The mask was rubber and wearing it, breathing my own breath back in, always made me feel slightly nauseous. Of course, you toured the neighborhood begging for candy. But you didn’t have to worry about razor blades in apples or poisoned candy, although Mrs. Olivia did turn the hose on you if you got too close to her house.
Since my mother did not ration out the candy I brought home, I spent most November firsts in bed with a stomach ache and probably a headache as well.
Also, I think I was always a little scared of Halloween. It started when I was 5 or 6 and terrified of my Aunt Dot in a witch’s costume – even though I saw her getting into it. Also, I was never that comfortable in the dark – even though I had a flashlight – and the big kids were threatening, just by their size. At least we didn’t get mugged for UNICEF boxes!
The only thing that scares me now is the candy. I am afraid I will reach into that bag of Fun-size Milky Ways and keep going back until the bag is empty!
© Dorothy C. Judd
Fun fact: According to the site Free Kibble.com, people will spend 310 million on Halloween costumes for their pets.
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