So, Halloween kind of freaks me out.
As a child for religious and for who knows what else reasons we did not celebrate the holiday. We were not allowed. Everyone else on the block, in the neighborhood, in the city, in the county had costumes and fun. We were not allowed.
As I made it to my tween and then my teen years, I changed that. I went to parties, and I went trick-or-treating for a few years. As it turns out, I don’t like trick-or-treating. Nope, not at all. The party thing I could do and enjoy.
As an adult, I encouraged my daughter’s participation since infancy. Costumes, trick-or-treat, parties and myriad decorations every year. As a 20-something in college, she still loves the parties and costumes. And I do not want to know the details. Suffice it to say she has fun.
As an adult without a small child, I am not really liking Halloween. I am too old to party with the younger crowd. Don’t care to party much either. I don’t have any small kids in the house to dress up. Hubbing no longer goes way overboard with the decorations to scare the holy schnikees out of the neighborhood kids. We live in a very rural area. We have very few unexpected visitors to our door. The dog is really upset by the sporadic ringing of the doorbell for a few hours once a year. He barks like a crazy dog. Which he truly is we know. He scares the folks at the door who are just trying to enjoy a truly bizarre holiday. Scares ‘em witless really. He sounds like he is going to eat them alive. He just wants to lick them to death and jump on them till fall over. Ya, see cuz then he could actually reach their faces and then he could lick some more.
Hubbing doesn’t much like it anymore either. He always has to work to keep the little hoodlums from doing real damage to life and to property. It is usually cold and sometimes wet and windy too. So, maybe this is a holiday for the young.
I feel old.
