Halloween is coming up, so I am reminiscing about the Halloweens I’ve endured.
Third grade was the worst. Until then, everything was fine. Oct. 31 would roll around, the adults would dress you up, hand you a bag and walk you around the neighborhood. And strangers would stuff candy in the bag and you’d eat it all and get sick, and you would love it.
But in third grade they made us show up at school in costumes like that and suddenly it was an institution. Photographers were brought in and we were paraded around the school because cuteness sells newspapers.