halloween memories

i love all holidays except for halloween. yes, i'm a party-poop. i hate dressing up, i hate being scared, i never liked trick-or-treating. but as i read a bunch of halloween memories from roomies' blogs, i started thinking of mine, and the truth reveals itself.

when i was 7-8ish, the YM and YW put together halloween activities for the primary kids. they had treats and games and a dinky haunted room (the primary room). i remember my mom encouraging me to go into the haunted room, even though i was scared to death. she said it would be fun. so i go in and as i'm making my way through a hall of sheets in the pitch black, someone jumps out right in front of me and yells. well, no need to even try and act brave, i started bawling right then and there. he felt so bad he picked me and carried me like the baby i was out of the room. i couldn't stop crying and we had to go home.

then, flash forward 7 years to when i was 14. it was ben justice's b-day and he wanted all of us to go to the haunted house they used to have at the state mental hospital (yes, with the crazies as the crazies in the haunted house). i don't know how i let them talk me into it, but i went. ben's dad came with, and halfway through, i was so scared i started crying and we had to go home. really cool.

in high school, one of my best friends' b-day (the tichey) was in oct. and he always wanted to go to some sort haunted something. inevitably, i would either cry, pee, or pass out. i would beg them to take me home.

this, my friends, is why i do not like halloween and rather than having my husband have to bring me home in crumpled ball of tears, i think we'll just stay home this year.