I love Halloween. I mean who wouldn't? You get to dress up and walk around peering into your neighbours' living rooms while they rustle you up some candy. For free. I mean what a deal! Oh? You don't? Because you're too old? That's too bad...
Oh, all right! I don't either. I do dress up though. In a witchy costume that I put together out of stuff I already have - black capes notwithstanding, oh and a wig. I also have a skull called Henry. I carry him to the door and introduce him to the kids. I say "have you seen Henry's body? He lost it the other night and he's so missing it." One year an endearing tyke of about nine said 'lady, you're freaking me out!' I loved that.
I know I'm going to get drummed out of therapy circles but I think 'safety' is highly overated. The amount of fussing about everyone being free from harm of any sort or free from even being perhaps saddened because someone said something - well that scares me! If kids didn't want to be scared why do they flock to movies about ghouls and zombies and vampires etc... Why did we love Grimm fairy tales with their very scary story lines. Makes being a step-ma something I tell ya!
This holiday was created so that chaos would have at least one day a year to rule. And I for one, welcome it. As if!
So BOO to you all - hope you meet all sorts of lovely scary types - kids in real costumes not ones bought off the rack and not overly body-guarded by their parents but freely roaming around kicking over outhouses and painting signs on the sides of cows.