I'm a Mind Reader.

This is really ironic. In my last blog, I actually wrote about how much I love October, the fall, and Halloween. Have you ever done that? I'm not really a mind reader of course, but that was a damn good call on my part.

The topic of todays blog really made me think about more about why I love this time of year, especially Halloween. I think that a large part of it has something to do with my childhood and the neighborhood I grew up in. I tie most of my trick-or-treating memories to this neighborhood because I lived there from the age of 5 until the age of 11. That seems to be the potential age that you learn about the Halloween tradition. I remember the first time I went out trick-or-treating with my dad and my younger brother. It was freezing out and my mother finally let me get that stupid shiny Little Mermaid costume. It even had the bright red wig to match it. Blah. I wore that thing for 3 years in a row and would have continued to do so I hadn't of thankfully out grown it.

I guess it could have been worse, I could have been my younger brother. Haha poor kid. My mother used to wrap a string of purple balloons around him and send him on his way as 'grapes'. He had this cute little green beanie to go with it. The really sad but funny thing about that is the fact that my brother is terrified of balloons. Gee, I wonder why. Thanks mom,you scared your kid for life. Haha, I love it!