I didn’t grow up with Halloween. In fact I didn’t know Halloween existed until the 90s, after the communist regime in Romania was eradicated. Talk about how controlled and “sheltered” we were from all the “bad” (or so we were told) influences of the western countries.
I celebrated the first Halloween after moving to the States back in 2003. We had a party with our neighbors. I didn’t wear a costume, but took my son around the neighborhood for trick-or-treating. Didn’t get into the Halloween mood until a few years ago. I just couldn’t find the fun and joy into looking like the dead, zombies or any other ugly creatures. Jumped out of my skin at any bloody hand coming out of fake graves, or malefic laughs. Have yet to visit a haunted house.
Last year I officially bought my first Halloween costume. Fits exactly my snarky personality and my Romanian roots. A witch. We had a blast with my sister’s family and my cousin’s. While the kids went trick-or-treating, we the adults danced in front of the house and scared little ones. Yeah, I admit we were that bad. Turns out I can look hideous, scare people and feel awesome about it. I guess I can call it … evolution? adaptability?
Whatever it is from my family to yours Happy Halloween!
P.S: Favorite candy? Mine is jolly rancher