Monday, October 21, 2013
None for me, thanks . . .
Weeelllllll, some of us don't like being scared. The ancient origin of All Hallows Eve gives me gollywobbles enough.
I used to trick or treat when our country was young. (Tells you, perhaps, how old I am?) My kids used to be taken out seeking goodies when they were young. My grandson was, too.
Dressing up in order to collect candy has a childish aspect that is charming. But, years ago, the boy who used to live next door to us was mugged by teenagers. His candy-bag/pillowcase was taken leaving a shaken child with his trust in a friendly dark betrayed. His parents thought he was old enough to go around his own block by himself. He wasn't.
I don't like scary movies, either. I had an uncle, way back in the day, who used to scratch at the open window to make us jump.
I should have thrown water at him through the window screen. I would do that, now. I'd keep a glass at hand and feel armed and ready.
It's all in the attitude.