I used to love dressing up for Halloween. Putting on the costume gave my younger self permission to be somebody other than myself, at least for a while. The candy was nice but it was the garb that made me love the whole spooky routine.
As an adult it was fun seeing the little kids come to the door, especially the tiny ones who hadn’t quite got the knack of Trick or Treat. Then there was a period where the innocence of door to door went away and kids too old and too aggressive muscled in on the fun.
We’ve moved away from suburbia and where we live there is no ringing of doorbells, no costumed children. My memories of what once was are the ghosts of Halloween that visit here.
Whatever you do for the holiday I wish you fun… and perhaps a return to the way it was once upon a time?