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My Halloween Memories:
Growing up, I was big on Halloween. I trick or treated until I was sixteen…I distinctly remember that Halloween because a girlfriend and I dressed as barmaids in these skimpy, satin outfits my mother made…is it any wonder I became an erotica writer?
When I became a mother, I wanted to give my kids the best holiday experiences possible. We were always big on Thanksgiving and Christmas…not so great at Easter because of things better not discussed here…but Halloween was always an excuse to dress up and be silly together. When my oldest son (now 24) was little, we did the dress up and trick or treating thing…but we lived in an
area where trick or treating house to house was less than safe. So we got into the habit of renting a bunch of scary movies (age appropriate, of course) and eating junk food while we stayed up to all hours. The kids loved it because it was an excuse to do all the things we normally would not allow them to do. I loved it because it meant quality time with family.
This year things are a little different. My son and his wife recently suffered a tragic loss and have moved closer to us. Family has become more of a priority than ever before. And my daughter-in-law is big on holidays, just like I was early in my adult life. So we’re going to try the trick or treating thing again with my youngest, who is 7 going on 40.
He wants to be Iron Man.
It’ll be bittersweet as we all take an accounting of what we have, and what should have been. And maybe it’s appropriate on a holiday like Halloween–a day begun as a celebration of the harvest, of life, but became something of a celebration of death…
What is most important is the time we were given, even if that time was tragically short…and to never take for granted what we continue to have.
My daughter as a zombie princess and my middle son as the Scream character (maybe a few too many horror movies?) and the youngest as a little devil…Trunk or Treating at the local library…2009.