Falls in the Midwest are beautiful. Colors bursting from the trees and weather that doesn’t choke you too death with its humidity is refreshing to say the least. When I was a kid, the fall only reminded me that school was starting again, which was never a good thing. It meant the demise of summer, getting up early in the morning, and worst of all homework. My feelings of fall equaling school lasted a very long time.
Once high school came around, fall still meant school, uhhh! But the reasons for liking it changed. Football season brought the sounds of excited crowds, popcorn, and hotdogs. Homecoming festivities whether you joined in or not were sweetly infectious.
Well past high school age, the older I get, the more my priorities concerning this season has changed. Badass boots make me weak, cute jackets, and pretty fall hats now thrill me. The beautiful colors haven’t changed, but the sad state of Halloween has. Rules and curfews leave absolutely no chance for Mike Meyers to jump of the bushes in your neighborhood.
Kids think store bought costumes and face paint are creative which makes me wish they all had a Papa Robert in their lives. But mostly the fun free feeling that Halloween used to be for kids. Not for bar jumpers looking to satiate their need to be slutty for a night without judgment.
I know some people don’t like to celebrate the holiday, insisting that it is devil worshipping, but Halloween stems from a day in the year where evil walked the earth. People who didn’t want to be recognized would wear mask to fool the evil, forcing them away. Whichever way you look at this holiday, one thing is for sure—kids just see the costumes and candy but adults see the season of fall.