Halloween was a magic time for me, when I was a kid.
By the way, the photo above was borrowed from the internet, it is NOT me. By the time I came along, after two older siblings, I think the thrill of photographing babies and kids had worn off ha ha.
But there was something special about Halloween. The idea you could dress up and go door to door, and people would give you free candy (!!!) used to amaze me.
My need to celebrate and decorate was a big deal even when I was a kid, and although we were a simple family, I got out my crayons and colored all sorts of Halloween drawings. Witches, haunted houses, black cats and pumpkins. Then I painted over each crayon drawing with black acrylic paint, which gave a neat effect as the paint did not cling to the wax crayon, only to the paper that was not colored.
I took pictures of some of those with my little box camera, but I must have thrown out those photos long ago.
Counting down the days until Halloween, reading books like The Wednesday Witch, the excitement of getting some sort of costume, watching the Charlie Brown "It's The Great Pumpkin" cartoon, then carving the pumpkin, signaled it was time!!
I have few memories of actually Trick or Treating for some reason.
Once again, by the time I was that age, my folks didn't seem that interested. Or maybe I just don't remember.
But I have vague visions of going around my block, face getting hot in those plastic or rubber masks, just happy that the magical night had finally arrived.
When it was over, the disappointment was always greater than the thrill of having so much candy (and candy was a big commodity I rarely had much of when I was young). But I was already looking forward to the next year.