The neighborhood is decorated for Halloween. The lawn is piled with leaves and the weather is cooling off enough for little people to want to climb into cozy costumes and stroll the streets–as if they haven’t been talking about this Halloween since the last one.
One of my nephews used to give the same answer for future occupation and Halloween costume: Ninja. Apparently he’s still in training; he hasn’t earned his star…yet.
My favorite Halloween was — every single one. One year I was Elvira. Another I was a gypsy, a pirate, a clown, a Native American girl with a chamois-soft fringe dress.
Mom tried several times, starting at sixth grade, to let me know trick-or-treating was unbecoming for someone my height and age. I could still wear a costume, but I’d have to find something else to do in it.