Halloween was probably my favorite holiday – as a child. When else can I go out at night, largely unescorted after I reached school-age, and extort goodies from as many neighbors as I could, all whilst my identity was hidden!
Living in a city-locked white-bread college town, possible dangers were negligible, and we could get popcorn balls and caramel apples along with the usual candy bars and such. I even remember returning home on one occasion to get a second bag!
Then, I became a teen, and my interests lie in other than candy…
Fast-forward to fatherhood, and escorting my tiny daughter in her princess costume to a few neighbors. This evolved to letting her go out by herself, in costumes she herself had sewn and designed (Jean Grey from the XMen, for example). Dad got into the act at work, oft winning department costume contests, using makeup, wigs, even shaving my head and/or face a couple of times to make a costume character come together!
After the accident, the holiday lost it’s appeal. I dressed up a couple times at work – but my heart wasn’t in it.
I don’t even give out candy. Getting up and down to answer the door is just too time consuming and physically difficult.
And besides, Jean Grey doesn’t stop by, anymore.