As I got older, I'd stand at the doorway and dole out candy to munchkin ghosts and goblins who came by our house on North 4th Street in Montebello. After a few years, mom and dad decided to defy American tradition by shutting off the lights and pretending no one was home. On those nights inside our suburban home, I'd read books in the dark with whatever street light filtered into my room, and avoid flushing the toilet for fear of setting off trick-or-treaters who might egg our house.
A few times when mom and dad had to work late, I stayed home alone listening to the sounds of kids yelling through the street, rapping on the door, waiting and talking out loud about whether anyone was home, then shuffling away with their candy loot bags. That seems so long ago. Looking back, I didn't feel like I missed out on anything but maybe that's why I'm not real big on Halloween.
This year, my husband and I will take our kids trick-or-treating door-to-door once again to experience the "Halloween tradition." Last year, I was an In-N-Out Burger server - thanks to all the hats & paraphernalia that my brother in So Cal sent me. This year, I'll be myself - a tired housewife donning haircurlers, a frumpy bathrobe, scary obake ghostly white facial mask (pretty frightening according to my family) and DHC undereye revitalizing pads for the beat-up look - cuz it's EZ....
|Happy Halloween! That's my boy...my scary little 1/2 Toisanese "Mike Myers" lol...|