I love Halloween. It is the one time of the year it is okay to pretend to be someone (or something) else. But it wasn’t celebrated much when I was a child. I did get to go to the festival at the school – if Mother could talk one of my sisters into taking me, but rarely did I go trick or treating. She always relied on the old tramp outfit when a costume was necessary – which consisted of my dad’s old clothes. Dad hated Halloween. Most years we had to turn out all the lights and retreat to the basement during trick or treat hours. He’d mumble under his breath all night about the “little beggars” and complain loudly about the whole holiday. Naturally this was a huge disappointment for me. It wasn’t until I was much older that he told the story of getting into big trouble one Halloween night when he was a kid. He and some friends spent the night tipping over outhouses – which was quite common then for kids to do then. They got caught, and although he didn’t elaborate, they were severely punished. Then I understood what he had against the holiday – the association with one bad event. It seems if something bad happens to us on a holiday, we tend to forget all the good ones we’ve had in our lives. Wonder why? Over a lifetime, the odds are that we’d have at least as many good ones as bad ones. What if we just chose to pattern future holidays after the good ones? Makes more sense than hiding in a basement.