Halloween

As kids, I think most of us enjoy dressing up for Halloween and going out to get candy and see all of the costumes people could come up with that year. But I always wondered what the cut off age for other kids was. I wasn’t allowed to go trick-or-treating after the age of twelve, which was perfectly fine with me because I didn’t really want to go anymore anyway. But that all changed when I came to college. Now most of us, as college students, see Halloween as one of the weekends we look forward to all of fall semester. Figuring out costumes, and having multiple plans for what we want to wear and where we are going to go that night, and where the friends from home that are coming down are going to sleep. For me, that five year time gap where I didn’t dress up and get all excited seemed to recharge my batteries and allowed me to get pumped up for that wonderful weekend! To be quite honest, by the time I was twelve years old, I was so burnt out on the whole thing that I was fairly sure I never wanted to participate anymore anyway. And up at my dads out which is out in the middle of nowhere, no one ever came to get candy any way so what was the point? I used to have to go into town to show off my costume, and some of the people handing out candy were so sketchy that I am pretty sure I was traumatized by one man. Drunken people shouldn’t be allowed to climb trees, but one man in town decided to would be a good Halloween joke to play and that I looked like the perfect candidate to try his routine out on. I just remember he was up in the tree making these owl noises and then he started cackling and even my mom was kind of freaking out. Then he proceeded to get louder and louder and I guess all of the effort it took to scare me made him tired and next thing I know, he falls out of the tree and flops directly on the ground face first and just laid there. It scared me so bad I don’t even remember if I let out a scream or not but I took of running like a bat out of hell and didn’t stop until I was sitting in my grandparents living room trying to catch my breath. I lost about half of my costume from running and I never looked back. I think my mom picked the pieces up for me as she brought up the rear. We told my granddad what happened and he walked down to the mans house, and as he got there, the cops were putting the man that dove out of the tree into the cop car, so apparently someone called the cops to come get him. I just know something needed to be done with him, because he almost gave me a stinking heart attack and made me loose all of my candy (I dropped my basket on the run!). I am pretty sure it was that night that made me not want to participate anymore. I thought I was supposed to be having fun, and yet I almost peed myself. I don’t really even know why it was so scary for me. I guess seeing a drunken person fall out of a tree and look like they are just lying there dead isn’t too pleasant though. But know that the college atmosphere has me pumped up again, I find the holiday very enjoyable, and you can look like the biggest idiot because it is ok, just pass it off as a costume! So I hope all of you are stoked for an epic weekend! Because if I can get past my scare as a child and have a good time, I have a pretty good feeling mostly everyone will have a blast!