I’m such a child when it comes to Halloween. I love the whole concept of dressing up in a totally daft costume and prancing about scaring people.
In all fairness though, with age, the costumes become a little less, well, scary.
I mean, for example, this year I went as a lumberjack. A person that chops wood. It’s not exactly terrifying, is it?
Some of the costumes that you do come across, well, I don’t know if they’re a kids size ten or deliberately that short, but I know for a fact I wouldn’t be allowed out the house looking like that. This is why I usually create my own costume. For one, it saves me money, for another, I keep my dignity and, for a third, it means mum and dad can’t use the excuse “well when are you ever going to wear that again?”
Always mother, these are my normal clothes.
And I’m not going round the houses, rhyming the old ‘trick or treat’, begging for sweeties either. I’m off to my friends’ party. Yes, there will be all the candy there available for us, but it’s not exactly the same as going round the houses telling a joke in the hope of getting a lollipop.
I wish Scotland was more like America when it comes to October 31. They take it so seriously, it’s fantastic. I’ve seen people on the telly totally transform their homes into haunted houses and getting the kids to walk through mazes, scaring the living daylights out of them.
Now I am the biggest scaredy cat ever (I almost wet myself on the haunted house ride at Brighton Pier at the age of 12), but even I would love that.
Scary films too. I hate scary films. I wet myself during ‘Paranormal Activity’. But, when it comes to ‘Halloween’, I’ll happily watch it – even if it means I won’t sleep for a week, just because it’s Halloween.
I didn’t really it go out guising when I was little, and maybe that’s the thing that makes me love Halloween so much. But, what can I say, it’s an excuse to look as ridiculous as you want and eat lots of sweets. Who wouldn’t love it?