When I was a kid, one of my favorite days of the year was Halloween. My mom would give my sister and me permission to rifle through a bunch of old clothes, and we’d be allowed to make whatever costumes our imaginations could create. I think the planning, crafting, and showing off our brilliant outfits was almost as much fun as being able to roam outside in the dark and visit all the lit doorways with our friends, clutching pillowcases, and screaming “Halloween Apples.”
I gotta admit that I’m kinda sorry the controlled kids of today can’t experience the holiday in the exact wild, free manner.
Yet, I still enjoy opening my door and laughing along with the happy faces, preening in their store-bought get-ups, and showing the same irresistible excitement to meet strangers waiting with handouts, and getting their treats.
Last year, the highlight of the evening was a three-year-old little cherub dressed like a pink angel holding out her lantern. In the wonderful language a child uses so aptly, she loudly announced. “I Ant candy!!!”