I always liked Halloween.
I could put on a costume and be whatever I liked.
When I got too old to go out trick or treating there were the parties.
When smoke fills the air and leaves crackle under my feet , I remember.
I'm transported back to yesteryear.
Going through the "Haunted House" of my mind knowing I can't show any fear.
Bobbing for apples and feeling the icy water on my face.
At last victorious as the water and tangy juice drip down my chin.
I always liked Halloween.
The bins overflowing with assorted shapes and sizes of pumpkins.
Waiting to be turned into Jack O' Lanterns.
Jack O' Lanterns so grotesque they make me laugh.
Sometimes though they make me cry as I remember.
I remember, sitting in the kitchen with my father.
Together we created monsters out of pumpkins.
Laughter which was usually rare filled the air.
I always liked Halloween.
I still do!
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