I love Hallowe'en. It's one of my favourite holidays.
But I've never been a fan of it being exclusively a horror celebration. I remember being so frustrated as a child when people insisted my costume had to be scary. I didn't want to be scary. I was an overly sensitive child who got scared a lot. To me, Hallowe'en was an opportunity to dress up in costume and explore different personas. I could be She-Ra or Laura Ingalls or a gypsy princess for one night. I liked that experience.
Fast forward to today. I've built a drive-thru set for Alex. It's quite cheerful and bright and colourful.
And I'm getting some flak from the neighbourhood about it not being scary. (Okay, one person ... but still!) It was like a flashback and I bit my tongue to keep from being inappropriate. (I do that a lot which proves I can be taught.)
I get the horror-Hallowe'en tie in. I really do. Ghosts, goblins and witches ... all scary (and I'm suppressing a Buffy quote about: witches, they were persecuted and Wicca good and love the earth and women power and I'll be over here.) (Huh. Guess I didn't suppress it that well.)
But I still don't think it should be exclusively scary. A time to dress up, explore and pretend. That still sounds good to me.
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