I’ve never been much of a Halloween person. I don’t like horror, I don’t like dressing up, and I don’t like strangers coming to my door.
I do like candy. I just don’t like it enough to beg for it.
Before the arrival of our daughter, my primary means of surviving Halloween was to turn off the lights and go hide in the bedroom with a good book.
How much of this is my personality and how much stems from growing up in a culture that didn’t celebrate Halloween, I don’t know.
However, I am getting an inkling of why Americans are so into it from watching the indoctrination of my daughter. It’s been all about Halloween since our nutty neighbors started decorating their front yards at the beginning of the month. Yeah. Really.
Preschool has been a little Halloween Brainwash Camp for the last few weeks, with the children bringing in their outfits for show-and-tell, making paper pumpkins, etc. ad nauseam.
Andrea absolutely loves it. Loves it.
Which means that tonight I’ll be walking around the neighborhood with her, trying to pretend to be impressed by all the little costumes and enduring the antics of massively sugar-doped children and their happy parents. At least now I understand why the parents are also so much into it.
But hey, if it’s your thing, I hope you have a good one.
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