Timed: 7 minutes Halloween I used to love Halloween. It was a time when I would get kind of scared, but in that exciting way. We would dress up. It was always hard to decide what to be. I think I was a roller skating waitress one year, a mermaid another year, Belle from Beauty and the Beast another time. I looked forward to dressing up and going trick or treating. I used to go with my brother for a while, but then he grew out of it, and I don’t think I ever did (plus I’ve always looked younger than my age). So I bet I went trick or treating far longer than any child should, but oh well! Our neighborhood was on a dead end street, not many kids, so we didn’t get a lot of trick or treaters, nor did we have a lot of houses to go to, so we used to drive/walk out a little further to get to the “good” houses. Now that i’m older, I still enjoy Halloween...but it’s different. I like to carve pumpkins, roast the pumpkin seeds, eat pumpkin cookies, etc. but I still miss that childhood feeling of excitement when it comes to the holiday. This year it doesn’t feel like Halloween at all. Maybe because we’ve been having a heatwave here in LA and it’s bright and sunny and I could probably walk around in a sundress all day. Maybe it’s because I won’t be at home carving a pumpkin and watching a scary movie, waiting for the two trick or treaters to come by. I want it to feel like Halloween. I want to feel scared. To feel that rush of fall, that wonderful new feeling of the season. I think i’ll still go buy a pumpkin and carve it myself. roast my own seeds. I’m performing in a show tonight, so I guess that’s my costume. Who knows if anyone’s gonna show up since it’s Halloween, but whatever. It’s still something to do that doesn’t involve seeing girls dressed up as sexy everythings. Gosh...maybe that’s what’s ruined Halloween. Those girls who use it as an excuse to wear next to nothing. Ooh, I’m a sexy Care Bear, I’m sexy Harry Potter, I’m a sexy flea. NO ONE CARES! So lame. I don’t think I’ve ever used Halloween as an excuse to show some skin. I’m not trying to sound high and mighty, I’m just saying...it’s dumb and transparent and so unoriginal. I just miss that childhood celebration of Halloween...not the adult one where it’s just another night to act like an idiot. Possible ideas from freewrite: 1. But I still miss that childhood feeling of excitement when it comes to the holiday. 2. I just miss that childhood celebration of halloween...not the adult one where it’s just another night to act like an idiot. Perhaps this could lead into a story about missing childhood/still feeling like a child. Missing that excitement of childhood, experiencing holidays differently. Not wanting to conform to other adults and how they celebrate...