Well kids, I have some good news. Whatever Wednesdays are back and Blogtember is no where to be found. You’ve probably forgotten all about that nonsense by now. To kick off October, our topic is to write about “what scares you, or a time someone scared the crap out of you.” Well shit. I wrote about this last month.
So I’ll write about what I used to be afraid of. The former “worst holiday ever.” Halloween.
I had multiple costume changes at the age of 4. First as a butterfly. My mom was super creative. Dual use of my ballerina outfit. So cute. That’s my baby brother all of 3 months old. Believe that. That last photo in the Penn State outfit? That was right before an epic meltdown. I only hit up 2 houses that year. Asking for candy was terrifying.
So – as you can see, I dressed up. I even had some good costumes. I was super pumped about the influx of sugar that was headed my way (but couldn’t find the courage to actually ask for) . But I loathed that damn holiday. Scary shit was everywhere. All over people’s houses. In school. On TV (we only had commercials for haunted mills/corn mazes/barns – not Halloween Horror Nights like Orlando). Scary movies. There was no avoiding it. By the way, I still won’t watch any kind of scary movies. Who actually likes to terrify themselves?
Woman Girl made an entrance at the age of 5. Getting a little more ballsy without the pumpkin glasses.
Over the years, I slowly grew out of it. I even got the courage to go to one of those haunted places in the middle of nowhere in PA. At the age of 16. Holy shit. It was called the Haunted Mill. If you think some Universal Studios thing is scary, people – try going to a 267 year old gristmill in the middle of no where. You’ll pee your pants. Or like me, you’ll get pinned to the wall by a scary dude with a chainsaw sans chain. I’m surprised I don’t have nightmares to this day. I can’t even make up that story.
After years of
therapy just growing up, I’ve learned to love the holiday. Ok, love is a strong word. But it’s a favorite for sure. Give me skull print anything and I’ll throw it on. Skull print is like animal print – both are neutrals in my book.
Also – I do not dress up for Halloween anymore. That ship sailed in middle school. With my final costume being my field hockey uniform. My lazy butt went straight to trick-or-treating from my hockey game. I gave myself a D for effort.
Have a spooktacular Wednesday!