As a kid, halloween was a mystery to me.
I never found myself overexcited with the whole dressing up part. Walking up and down the streets for candies was not something I was found of either.
The other kids were too happy for me.
I don't remember running to something as a kid. Running to the park, running to the video store, running to a friend.
Running, for me, was something I had to do in gym class, around the block, once every few weeks to do as the others.
Running was a chore, not an expression of hapiness.
As an adult, halloween is still a mystery to me. But I do understand the dressing up part now.
To hide is a wonderful thing.
But I wonder what I'll teach my kid when she gets to enjoy all the running that I loathed.
She already started.
And that is a mystery to me.
My kid, as an adult, is a mystery to me.