Halloween was undoubtedly the biggest holiday of the year when I was growing up. But it wasn't about the candy. My brothers would always go through that, take out their favorites, and tell me they we checking for poison. Yes, I fell for it. They did throw out anything that had mysteriously opened in the bag. And any fruit was also tossed for fear of razor-blades. It was the late sixties, early seventies. There were a lot of "scares" about Halloween.
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When I left home, my brother continued the tradition in our hometown. His house is the favorite place in the neighborhood to trick or treat. He works all year to collect just the right decorations for the big night. Kids come from all over when they are young and, when they grow up, they come back to assist him in setting up.
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Did I mention I introduced my husband to my parents on Halloween night? We showed up at their door dressed as "his and hers" werewolves. I thought it appropriate for a family such as mine and, being the good sport he is, my Sweetie went along with it.
As I was shopping for the candy yesterday, I was somehow saddened. I know I'm all grown up, but I couldn't help but wish we had a party to attend on my favorite night of the year. My friends, even my family, they don't really get how much Halloween means to me. I would, without hesitation, sacrifice every other holiday during the year, to have a memorable Halloween.
Most don't understand, but it makes me think of the best of my childhood. It makes me think of home. Planning our costumes, or just the act of decorating for Halloween just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
This morning, I went into the dining room, lay out all the treats, and smiled At least my favorite isn't among the decadent goodies. No Twizzlers. There will be no temptation to cheat on my healthy eating regime. Still, I'll dress up to hand out the candy. Maybe I'll even turn on some scary "holiday" background music. This year, we'll take it easy but, next year, I want to be celebrate someplace amazing like in Salem, Massachusetts, or at least have a huge party with friends and neighbors. I want to dress up, have fun, be mischievous, and well...on that one night...I want to be bad. I want Twizzlers!
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