When I was a kid, Halloween really freaked me out.
Leading up to Halloween, I would get excited about wearing one of my many princess-themed costumes to school. You know, back when school was fun and you had parties for actually holidays and you could dress up, before administrators freaked and decided students might have too much fun and canceled the whole thing in favor of non-descript, no festive attire, generic for one hour in the afternoon party? Oh, and do not even think about bringing in anything containing peanut butter. Or milk products. So we feasted on pretzels.
Anyway, I thought that was all well and good, pretending to be a princess during the day with the lights on.
But, on the actual Halloween day, forget it. When I was about six, I remember refusing to put on my super cute angel costume, complete with wand, that my mother made for me, and instead hiding under the table whenever one of those groups of dressed up kids rang the doorbell.
My parents would say, Oh, Sarah, come look, it is not scary, this kid is dressed up as a lamb, and oh, how cute, a toddler wearing a pumpkin suit. A toddler, Sarah! A little baby!?
Nope, no way, cannot fool me. That toddler could have turned into one scary devil pumpkin or who knows what. There are all sorts of scary movies featuring babies and little kids. I was no fool, and I was not coming out for anything.
As I got older, I got slightly less scared. But pretty much only slightly. Not even the draw of King Sized Reece?s Peanut Butter Cups could get me to go anywhere close to a spooky looking house.
So now I am 25 and I am totally unafraid of a whole lost of ?scary stuff,? like spiders and other assorted bugs and noises at night when I am home alone and taxes and driving on I66. But trick or treating? No thanks. You go on ahead. Eat all the candy for me. And beware of those toddlers dressed up as pumpkins.