I know I wasn’t
around yesterday, but I just couldn’t stay awake for some reason. Now I am wide
awake for the most part and before writing this I flipped through Facebook a
bit. Only thing that really got my mind turning was an eggless Mayo that I
might try, so that I can improve my cholesterol and help in my weight loss a
bit. I’m always for healthier food to eat after all. Though I don’t care what
WHO says I am not giving up my bacon or my processed meats. Sorry I will take
my chances with that stuff since I only get it like once a month for the most
part, maybe twice a month. But that is a rant better saved for another time.
For today we are talking about me and Halloween through the years.
I wasn’t always in love with
Halloween as a holiday like I am today. It started more in my teen years when I
had more freedom to do things on Halloween Night. As well as around that time I
started to enjoy scary stuff more. Though still not a big fan of haunted
houses, but working on that more. And they definitely don’t seem as scary as
when I was a kid. I thank Mrs. Gagnon’s mother for that. She knew how to get
inside my imagination and make it work to my advantage. She always made things
much more fun and knew how to get me thinking outside the box. On a side note
she is probably one of the reasons I am a writer today. But alas I am starting to
sway from the topic at hand.
As a kid my dad either took me
around to a few houses in the neighborhood trick or treating. Basically driving
me to every house instead of walking, which would have done my weight a lot
better even in those days. Or he took me down to the local fire station that he
was a member of for the Halloween party. Many of those trips were as a
California Raisin because he spent his money on toys for himself mainly instead
of a Halloween Costume for me. Although on a side note he was good to me for
the most part at Christmas time and still is. But back to where I was going.
The fire barn as we always called the station had a haunted house every year in
half of it. For the first few years it scared the crap out of me. Mostly I just
hung out, but not many of my friends were there, not really sure where they
were. Probably someplace I was not invited because of being such an outcast
from being socially isolated. But I do believe we have covered that ground already.
So I would mi and mingle as best I could, which I am not that good at even to
this day.
Then one year Mrs. Gagnon’s mom
asked to take me. I was excited to for the first time in a long time for the
Halloween Party at the fire barn. She had me filled with stories of her being
an an agent for them and how she needed me as a deputy to make sure everything
was going right in the haunted house since they all recognized her. I was
scared of the haunted house sure. But being giving a responsibility to do
something for good made me braver. That Halloween was a blast; I mean sure the
haunted house scared me. But not as bad as in years past by far. I felt
stronger after going through it that year and more accepted after it a bit too.
I still didn’t mingle too well but she helped as best as she could. I think it
was there that my love of Halloween was lit though only as embers at the time.
As I got older I went to other
parties in Portland instead of always being stuck out in Gorham. I marched in the
annual Halloween Parade that goes through the West End of Portland spooking out
in a sense the malicious spirits. Gone trick or treating all through the city.
Shared scary stories with friends. Even went to a graveyard once on Halloween.
Respectfully of course. One thing that was constant throughout school was the
next day candy bragging. Or in other words bragging about how much candy you
got. I stayed out of that game. I was just happy for the fun and spookiness
that had raged the night before.
But now I am getting older and my
friends have all moved to different places for the most part. I mean sure I
have the annual Halloween Dance to go to. But I still don’t mingle well and it
is the night before Halloween. Part of me misses the excitement of days gone by
and part of me is still up for it though there is nothing really going on that
appeals to me. I was never the bar type really unless it was a slow night where
you could actually talk in a bar. You know one of those cozy hole in the wall
places that few people go to that you can sit and talk with your drink. Not
like these loud and packed to the wall places now. But I think I will save
stories of me and bars for next week. If the theaters were doing a scary movie
marathon I would go to that for sure. Have dinner nearby and invite some close
friends. Maybe another year. This year at this point I am just sitting at home
watching scary movies and reading some scary stories to creep myself out
hopefully. As well as eating candy, popcorn, burgers, and fries. And whatever
else I might decide to dine on that night.
But who knows something might come
up. You never know. Halloween has never been the same really since I was
married on it. A marriage, which quickly went south. Not because of me but because
of my soon to be ex-wife. The papers will finally be signed in the next two
years. But still it has taken its toll on me already. Both good and bad. As
always leave your questions and comments below. And don’t miss a single post
click that follow button please. As for me I have a now late paper to finish
before I go to the movies later today. *Tips his hat and walks out the creaking
door towards the study. *
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