Halloween seems to bring something out in everyone.
It comes to life in the month of October – especially October 31st.
As a kid, I wasn’t a HUGE Halloween fan. I mean, I liked it. I dressed up. I trick-or-treated. I carved pumpkins. I roasted pumpkin seeds. I ate candy. I participated in Harvest Festivals. I visited the Halloween Capital of the World. I had what most would deem a “normal” Halloween-upbringing.
But there’s something that happens when you are no longer a child. You miss it. And you miss the purest of pure joy you used to find in holidays. Of course, I still love celebrating special holidays (especially Christmas) with family and friends. I still love the anticipation and the planning. But, oh those childhood days.
This year, thanks to Halloween, I felt like a kid. Again. I geared up for the spooky event by eating fistfulls of my favorite Halloween treat. The perfect mix of salty and sweet. Candy corn + salty peanuts = Halloween in my mouth. I have no self control. I visited the Halloween Capital of the World the day before Halloween to grab a delicious treat at Hans’ Bakery (I’d link you to it, but Hans is old school and does not have a website) where I ordered a shameful amount of apple fritters and some other raspberry twisty thing. I have no self control. I read Halloween children’s books. I talked about costumes. I knocked on the door of a haunted house. I watched Halloween-themed Sunday morning cartoons. I went for an extra long run – a run in which I pushed myself to run faster and farther. Because I have no self control. I answered the door to ghostly kids and a girl dressed as a witch/vampire (it wasn’t super clear what she was…) with fake black teeth. Her quote: “Megan! I don’t usually look like this!” My response: “Oh, you mean you don’t usually have black teeth?” Her reply: “Haha. No!” to which I said: “Better not eat all that candy or you will end up with black teeth!” I watched Extreme Home Makoever and cried with joy and wonder as I watched the OSD (Oregon School for the Deaf) kids light up with happiness over their new dorms and “wicked” haunted house! I ate 3 candy bars. Mini. Not bite-size. Not king-size. Just right.
So, while my Halloween re-cap may be boring and bland, I for one am very pleased with how my Halloween shook out. Because it reminded me of my childhood – of trick-or-treating in the blizzard, of sorting through my candy bags and giving my parents the “gross” things, of cold noses and full, er, sick bellies.
I can’t wait for more Happy Halloweens and other festive holidays that bring out the best in me – the child living in my heart.
I hope they bring out the best in you, too.
* With Halloween behind us, I am officially, unashamedly listening to and downloading Christmas music!
I ask. You answer.
- Favorite candy?
- Least favorite candy? — the one you handed off to your parents without a fight.
- Your best Halloween costume?