“I DON’T WANT TO GO!” I Screamed with desperation.
“It’s Halloween, don’t you want to trick or treat with your friends?” my mom retaliated.
I sat there bawling my eyes out.
It was October thirty-first, the clock read five thirty as I relaxed in my home state of New Jersey. I looked at the cookie monster costume in the corner, as the sun was starting to set. It was exactly one month, nineteen days and eleven hours after turning five. Being Halloween day, all the people from small towns came flooding in to take part in the famous Morristown Halloween parade.
There was one problem, I was afraid of Halloween. Ever since I became aware of the nationwide tradition, it gave me an anxious jolt of emotions. Maybe it was because I hated the action of leaving the safe and private bubble of my very own home. Or maybe it was because I was just shy. My sister on the other hand, got into the …show more content…
But then, I felt a strange feeling, something I rarely ever felt, a tingling sensation from the tallest strands of my hair, to the tip of my toes. It felt as if I was being called by Halloween itself! As if it had been reaching me, controlling me with my innocent curiosity, pushing me to go further, to explore. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as we ventured down the dark and misty road. Looking left and right, observing the houses covered in spider webs and bones. I skipped along the sidewalk, brisk fully taken by the beat of my overwhelming energy.
Alas, the thrill ended as dusk came upon us. Although the real party had just begun for the older kids, we began to walk home, as were most other kids my age. The aftermath of Halloween was surprisingly peaceful. As night approached, I relaxed under the tranquil dim light of the street lamps all the way home. “Can we go again next year mommy?” I calmly inquired. “Sure Alan… sure” she responded. I smiled with the most genuine smile I’d had in
“It’s Halloween, don’t you want to trick or treat with your friends?” my mom retaliated.
I sat there bawling my eyes out.
It was October thirty-first, the clock read five thirty as I relaxed in my home state of New Jersey. I looked at the cookie monster costume in the corner, as the sun was starting to set. It was exactly one month, nineteen days and eleven hours after turning five. Being Halloween day, all the people from small towns came flooding in to take part in the famous Morristown Halloween parade.
There was one problem, I was afraid of Halloween. Ever since I became aware of the nationwide tradition, it gave me an anxious jolt of emotions. Maybe it was because I hated the action of leaving the safe and private bubble of my very own home. Or maybe it was because I was just shy. My sister on the other hand, got into the …show more content…
But then, I felt a strange feeling, something I rarely ever felt, a tingling sensation from the tallest strands of my hair, to the tip of my toes. It felt as if I was being called by Halloween itself! As if it had been reaching me, controlling me with my innocent curiosity, pushing me to go further, to explore. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as we ventured down the dark and misty road. Looking left and right, observing the houses covered in spider webs and bones. I skipped along the sidewalk, brisk fully taken by the beat of my overwhelming energy.
Alas, the thrill ended as dusk came upon us. Although the real party had just begun for the older kids, we began to walk home, as were most other kids my age. The aftermath of Halloween was surprisingly peaceful. As night approached, I relaxed under the tranquil dim light of the street lamps all the way home. “Can we go again next year mommy?” I calmly inquired. “Sure Alan… sure” she responded. I smiled with the most genuine smile I’d had in