Hallowe'en is a largely celebrated 'holiday' around the world, but growing up, I was never too excited to go trick-or-treating. Large uncomfortable suits engulfed my small body as I walked and walked and walked, for such a small feat. By the time my peers were old enough to go trick-or-treating with friends, my parents warned me that I was not to go out with friends because it was "too dangerous" and that if I wanted to go out, I would have to bring my dad along with me. The last year I went out with my dad, my brothers had also decided that they didn't want to go out for Hallowe'en. It completely killed all the fun left in the holiday.
For me, since Hallowe'en was never a big deal in my house hold, I simply believe that it's a community holiday. Kids want candy, teenagers only want to party, and parents just want the night to be over. Over the last few years, I've noticed that Hallowe'en seemed to be slowly dying out. Less and less kids would come to the door each year. This year, we didn't get any kids.
I don't believe that Hallowe'en is only one thing. Over the years, it has definitely changed its meaning. I feel as if it may have started out as cult worship, changed to a commercialism, and now it's just the small group who still just want to go out door to door to get candy. I personally don't have much an opinion on this topic, Hallowe'en is what it is to everyone. If you want to worship demons, good for you! If you want to eat all the candy in the world, awesome! If you want to party and get white girl wasted, all the better! For me, I spent my Hallowe'en where I usually am. Dairy Queen Paisley... It was a lonely night, but I didn't mind.
The last time I went trick-or-treating was the first year that my parents let me finally go out with my friends. It was grade 9, and I decided to dress up as a cat because I had a cool makeup idea. I didn't have much money for a costume, so makeup was as far as I went. Black high boots accompanied the rest of my black outfit, and that was good enough for me. My best friend (from GCVI) decided that we were going to go around our neighbourhood, maybe go to get another friend and go around that neighbourhood, then go home with our full bag of candy and watch movies and eat until our hearts content. The night turned out very different. My friend had decided we were going to go straight to our other friend's house. I was reluctant to go since it wasn't the plan but I went anyway. Instead of trick-or-treating there, we then went to go get more friends under my best friends orders. We were now in a neighbourhood that was a 40-60 minute walk away from my house, and I was scared that I was going to be late and in trouble with my parents.
We finally went door to door to get candy, but I noticed that everyone was running from house to house, and it wasn't something I was excited to do (especially not in boots). I wasn't having any fun, and I kept getting left behind. After about half an hour of this, I finally got caught up to my friend and asked if we were going home soon. She had been texting all night, and without me knowing made plans to go to a friends house to spend the rest of the night with three guy friends from our elementary school that she hadn't seen in awhile. I walked the hour home all by myself, fighting back tears. When I was about ten minutes away, a group of drunk older guys began talking to me and following me home. They kept asking me if I would like to join them while meowing at me and laughing. One guy even tried to hold my hand. The scared little grade nine kid in me politely told them to go away as I picked up my pace. When I got home, my mom was shocked to see that I was home so early (even though it was ten o'clock), and alone. She let it go when I told her I didn't want to talk about it, but my friend and I got in a fight after that. She felt so bad about the whole ordeal and apologized a million times. We're still best friends today, but I guess I learned my lesson.
Parents are always right, and now I dislike Hallowe'en even more than I did when I was younger. (: Stay safe kids.
The personal story is the most powerful part of this post, as is usually the case. You could delete the first part completely if you want. Ha! Parents are almost always right. I'm glad you did not have anything more serious happen. Good tale.
ReplyDelete- cult worship - singluar
- don't over use "just", it weakens your point and in once sentence you used it twice
- get white girl wasted? hmmm?
- friend's house - possessive, three times
- comma before but
- three not 3