I love Halloween. Actually I love all holidays. But any holiday that has magic is the very best. On Halloween, you can be whatever you want. You get to run around your neighborhood and people give you candy. What’s better than that?
When I was little I had a few favorite costumes: Raggedy Ann, Princess Tiger Lily, an orchestra conductor, random ballerina. I remember the anticipation on Halloween afternoon, as we waited for my dad to come home and have dinner. For some reason, scrambled eggs stand out in my memory as our typical Halloween dinner, but so does chili. We had a huge blow-up gorilla that we put in our entryway. I think my dad got it from his work – apparently it was some sort of advertisement or something. My dad would stay home to hand out candy – he had a really scary mask. He would always keep track of all the trick-or-treaters. It was always over 100. My memories of trick-or-treating usually involved rain and a jacket covering up our costumes. We had a great neighborhood and would see lots of friends while we were out. My brother and I would always sort out all our candy and then stage a very complicated bartering session to ensure that we each ended up with desirable candies.
As a college student, I once went to a party as Girls Gone Wild. We made our T-Shirts, then when we lifted them up, we had a big black box censoring everything out. We thought it was pretty clever.
The past two Halloweens, we’ve trick-or-treated around our neighborhood with Rach, Rory and Rory’s parents. There was still rain involved. The thing I love about trick-or-treating in our own neighborhood is that we get to chat with our neighbors. They are the people we only see on Halloween, and it makes it feel like we are part of a community. There is one little old lady who is always watching TV, and she slowly makes her way to the door with perfectly parceled baggies, tied with a curly ribbon. I just imagine her preparing for this night and it’s just the sweetest thing ever.