I am not a Halloween girl but I do love to look at all the creative costumes. I remember being a ghost made from an old sheet with two eyes cut out. (That one nearly killed me from tripping on the length as I ran or stepped up on a curb) or dressing as a hobo, using my dad’s old clothes rubbed with charcoal. Imagination and being poor meant free candy if you could get to lots of homes before your curfew. Moms and Dads didn’t go with you but your older siblings were told to watch over you. They never did. I spent most of my evening running to stay up with my 3 older siblings. Before we could eat any of our bounty we had to take it to urgent care and X-ray it to make sure there were no “tricks” inside. Growing up in Cali was not always the greatest. Once we had the all clear that there were no razor blades or other harmful paraphernalia, we were allowed to dig in.
It is no wonder I am not a Halloween girl! I AM a Fall girl … Here is my fall pumpkin in honor of all of you who love this holiday.