We saw goblins, ghouls and skeletons, fairies, princesses and mermaids, and characters from “Transformers,” “Real Steel” and “Smurfs” swarming our communities Monday, Oct. 31.
Some were miniature versions but some were be life-size. In fact, one Bumble Bee could have been your accountant, child’s teacher or personal trainer.
That’s the beauty of Halloween.
We dress up and become something different for a night, and a person doesn’t have to be young to fully embrace the holiday.
It’s a time to let the creative child trapped inside return to the surface, if you’re brave enough to release your inner kid.
Figuring out what to be this Halloween seemed harder than in the past, but still wasn’t caught without a costume when the sun went down.
I’m never anything scary. In fact, I think the closest I’ve come to scary is a witch, and even when I’m dressed in all black with a pointy hat people say, “Oh, you’re Samantha from ‘Bewitched,’ the good witch.”
My choice of costume most likely reflects my avoidance of all things scary.
I don’t visit haunted houses. Halloween decorations on people’s lawns are enough to catch me off guard this time of year while jogging in the neighborhood.
I don’t watch horror movies. I’m pretty sure watching a commercial for a new horror flick gave me a nightmare the other night.
So, as I evaluated past costume choices in my quest for something new this year, the list is of no surprise to me or those who know me.
I started as honey bee — the actual creature, moved to a clown — some may think that’s scary but that was not my intention — and I’ve been spotted as Rainbow Bright. I’ve been a mouse, fairy, rabbit, princess, ballerina, duckling, Snow White and Cat Woman.
While I’ve never been a fortune teller, I don’t see Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein or a zombie in my future.
