I love cute dress up, but dislike any scary part of Halloween.
Now, I ring someone else's door.
Halloween scares the pants off of me. Always has. Probably always will.
When I was in elementary school, I literally hid under my desk in terror, as one of the second grade teachers would visit our classroom in her full witch gear.
You see. We were told she was a witch, and the week of Halloween, she would start to turn green. The first green mark was on her hand then her arm then her neck, and then her cheek. You get the idea. By Halloween, she was all green, and literally scared the pants off of me as she rode into my class on a broomstick.
This was the 70s. Think Dorothy. Toto. Wicked Witch! Yeah, ugly scary.
It was all in fun, of course. She meant no harm, but I sometimes wonder if I would not have turned into such a scaredy cat if that didn’t happen to me in my so-called formative years.
I eventually faked illness on Halloween so I could miss school.
My mom knew my fears. She let me.
I eventually faked illness on Halloween so I could miss school.
My mom knew my fears. She let me.
I try to make a conscious effort today not to transfer my Halloween anxiety onto my kids.
I cringe at places like Party City when the scary ghouls and goblins are out in full gear. It doesn’t seem to phase my two though, but I also think that is because we protect our kids more, and they don’t see trailors for “Nightmare on Elm Street,” and “Friday the 13th.”
Halloween to them is Scooby-Doo. It’s whimsical. It’s fun! They get candy!
What's not to love?
What's not to love?
I’ve bought my candy this year. It’s by the door now with uncarved pumpkins.
I bought my favorites, too. Peanut Butter Cups and Kit Kats. If it is your most dreaded holiday of the year, you might as well eat what you like. Right?
My wizard and witch are ready.
And the nice thing about having children is that I don’t have to stay home, and answer the door.
That’s a blessing!
I used to just hide in the back of the house when we were childless.
Hearing that doorbell, and knowing masked people were on the other side, well, you guessed it.
It scared the pants off me, too.
Now, I ring someone else's door.
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