I miss Halloween.  There was a time when it was the only holiday.  I never really cared that much about my birthday.  After all, something always went wrong.  Like the time we made chocolate chocolate chip muffins for my birthday, went out to do a night time easter egg hunt (my birthday is the 27th of March), lost a Maglite flashlight and came back to find that our dog had eaten all the tops off the muffins.  Some of the muffins had been eaten whole, paper included (yeah, he was known for that trick).  The twenty pound terrier had to jump at least three feet straight up into the air onto a slick metal surface without sliding off to accomplish that feat.  Brava, Trooper.  But that's just one example.  There are many more.  Suffice it to say, my lucky number is 13 (another testament to my weirdness, but that's another story), my unlucky number is 27.

In a child's life, I feel like there are only really three holidays: Halloween, Christmas, and Easter.  Maybe this is because each of these holidays involved the receipt of candy.  And, boy, do I love chocolate.  Even when I used to love Christmas, the other two holidays were easily out shined by Halloween (even if I got more gifts at Christmas).  I loved dressing up in costume (and still do thanks to Renaissance festivals) and I've had an obsession with things like vampires, witches, werewolves, ghosts, and et cetera since I could remember.  Maybe I watched Gremlins one too many times when I was little.  Maybe INXS mutated my brains.  For all I know, it was The Little Mermaid that twisted me so.

But there is one thing for certain, if my brother and I loved Halloween with a passion (and all related topics), my dad would become just as adamantly frustrated with it.  Not that I blame him.  I think just about anyone would eventually tire of hearing about vampires, blood, monsters, ghosts, and what not for half the year.  Growing up, I think my Halloween spirit lasted for about nine months out of the year, beginning months before Halloween started and only ending when I was threatened by my dad.

But in recent years, I have stopped celebrating that most favored of holidays.  Last year I didn't dress up at all because my family went to the beach for a pirate thing and I couldn't go.  This year, my brother's wedding was two days before and I just didn't have time to make plans.  I'm not sure what to do about this stagnation of my Halloween spirit.  Maybe I need only perpetuate it throughout the year as I did as a child?  Maybe, I already do.  Maybe, by choosing to write about vampires and werewolves, mermaids, faeries, ghosts, and what not, I am keeping that spirit alive on a day to day basis.

Or maybe I just need to throw convention aside and dress in costume on a regular basis.  Do you think anyone at the university would care if I dressed as a faerie?