The reason why I love Halloween season has nothing to do with dressing up nor with seeking the thrill of being scared.
When I was six years old my father left my mother with three young girls. Being the oldest of the three I felt a heavy responsibility, Halloween was the day that I could distract my mind. Halloween was the first “holiday” of the holidays that ended the year.
At the time my mom’s younger sisters were teenagers and they made Halloween an event we would never forget and haven’t forgotten. We were their little dolls, our aunts would dress us up in all kinds of costumes. They would hype Halloween so much I can still remember the scent around the house, I can still remember the energy and the emotion that filled the halls of the house. That one day, October 31st was usually the day I would be free from missing my father, I didn’t have any worry other than worrying if I was going to have plenty of room in my bag for candy.
Year after year Halloween became a delightful chocolate truffle I enjoyed.
Today as an adult I am chasing after that Halloween high. I seek the same scent, the energy and the emotion I had when I was little.