The Horror of Halloween-Part 1

Back when I was a child, I loved Halloween. We lived in a safe neighborhood, with sidewalks and cul-de-sacs, there were lots of kids out, and we knew most everyone on the block. My best friend lived next door and we ALWAYS trick-or-treated together. She was one of 5 kids so we had a big group, too. I'm guessing that for our parents it was way more fun to do it together. I don't remember when we were allowed to go alone, maybe around 9?, but I do remember using pillow cases one year because we got to go all the way around the block and into each cul-de-sac. I have still never seen so much candy!

The year that I turned 11 was the year that all of that changed. That year, 1979, we moved from that accessible Southern California neighborhood to the mountains of Colorado. Trick or treating in a spread out mountain community isn't quite the same, not to mention that we were in 6th grade. OF COURSE there were parties, (easier for the parents, and we were WAY TOO MATURE to go begging for candy,) and since I was the new kid I wasn't invited to any of them. Thus started my aversion to Halloween. Totally tied to preteen angst.

I should also add that I am in no way, shape, or form creative, so trying to come up with a costume is an exercise in futility for me. Yes, I've scoured the internet, the catalogs, and the advertisements, but I can never come up with something that seemed to 'work' for me. Naughty Nurse? Uh, no thanks. So dressing up is out. Going to parties is also out since I'd rather stay home and pass out candy to the cute little ones that come by. Plus, going to a costume party just to drink too much and ruin whatever costume I did come up with just seems ridiculous.

Finally, I hate to be scared. So there's that.

So that's the background on the reason that I hate Halloween. Next up is the reason that it was a huge MOMMY FAIL this year. Whatever you're Halloween fail is, it will only pale in comparison to mine. You're welcome.
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