This used to be my favorite holiday. I'd get dressed up in whatever I could imagine and go have fun. One time my friends and I dressed up as the Four Tops and sang "Earth Angel" for our candy.
As I got older I worked in haunted houses and had a great time. I got so good at scaring people that between my friend and I, we accidentally made a girl pee herself in fear. That wasn't our goal, but it quickly became our goal after that.
In my twenties, I'd get dressed up and go to whatever parties I could find.
In my thirties, I'd get dressed up and sit outside, handing candy to kids, and typically hot cocoa or cider to the parents. But the last time I did that was in Wisconsin, where sitting outside and talking to people was enjoyable.
I haven't passed out one single bit of candy here in LA. The first year we got a couple bags, and not one kid came to the door. I gave it all away at the office the next day. Year after that, we didn't even bother turning on our porch light.
It's not that I don't like Halloween anymore, but maybe it's not the same holiday that I remember.
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