I Hate Halloween

When I was young, I loved trick or treating. There was no better place to trick or treat than the buildings of Gun Hill Projects where I lived. My friends and I would take the elevator to the 14th floor and go from apartment to apartment ringing bells and getting treats. Since each floor had 9 or 10 apartments (I don't remember the exact number anymore), we were kept busy for hours. Our parents never worried about us crossing streets or meeting bad people because everyone knew everyone else in the building.

As an adult, I don't feel the same. I've turned into the Grinch who hates Halloween. I never was a small child lover so oohing and aahing over kids in cute little costumes is not my thing. I hate opening the door and leave a big bucket of candy outside for the kiddies to help themselves. I decided I had to escape the day but, it was Halloween after all and I had to do something to celebrate.

So, my husband and I hit the road and headed out in search of deserted old buildings. The sign on the road said no trespassing (hence, I will skip the name of the place here) but I figured we could take a quick look around anyway. We didn't get caught so there is no need to notify my Principal of an arrest. My husband likes to live on the safe side and was not really happy with this little adventure but, when I insisted on going inside, he parked and came with me. (The building did not look to safe and he didn't want me going alone--he must still love me!) The place was as spooky on the inside as it looked on the outside. Unfortunately I forgot my flashlight and have a big fear of rats so we didn't venture in too far.

I do plan on returning, better prepared for my adventure next year.

Happy Belated Halloween to all.