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11/01/2006: "Halloween memories"
Song of the Day: Delerium - After All (feat. Jaël)
Although Halloween has passed and it's now November, I still wanted to kick off NaBloPoMo (the sane man's NaNoWriMo) with a story about my very first trick-or-treating experience. I was three. We were living in Glendale, a suburb of Los Angeles. I was dressed as a clown; my costume was primary-colored pajamas with a clown face on the shirt, a matching cone-shaped hat, and face paint. My dad and I started in a neighborhood where friends of my parents lived, because he wanted to show me off to them (I was adorable, at the time).
I knock on my very first door. The owners open the door, look at me, and say:
"We don't celebrate Halloween." Door shuts in my face.
Over the years of retelling this story, my dad has described my reaction as "shocked" and "confused". He quickly moved me on to his friends' house, probably in hopes of preventing this from scarring me for life.
To this day, I don't understand why the people even bothered opening their door. Did they plan on doing so all night long and telling every kid who came by that they don't celebrate Halloween? They should have just turned up the TV volume and ignored the doorbell instead of yanking out a toddler's heart and stomping on it.
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Yesterday at work a woman was telling me that most of the people she was wishing a happy Halloween to responded with either "I don't celebrate Halloween" to variations of "It's the Devil's holiday."Babs, Wednesday, November 1st
You haven't lived till you've gotten Chick pamphlets instead of candy. I DON'T WANT MY SOUL SAVED, I WANT REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS, OMG.j!!, Wednesday, November 1st
Oh... my... whoa. I am so SORRY! That blows me away. If I were older, my response would have been putting a bag of dog poop on fire, ringing their doorbell and then running like hell.Mermade, Wednesday, November 1st
I am surprised by all these negative occurrences you've all experienced during your childhood. I've never had anything like that happen to me. The only memories I have are, when I was a kid, a friend dressed up as a 1920's gangster and got sick from his prop cigar which turned out to be one of his dad's real cigars, and, a few years ago, when I dressed up as a frat guy, got into the character, and subsequently alienated literally all of my friends at a Halloween party.Jeff, Wednesday, November 1st