Fig. 1 |
I took Grady, Dylan, and Dylan's friend, Mickala, to a haunted house in Yreka on Friday. I knew, absolutely, Grady wouldn't go through it, besides, it was billed as 12 and older so I was hesitant bringing two 10-year old girls. They both informed me, after I bought their entry tickets, that they were terrified of haunted houses. Mickala, especially, didn't want to go. At all. The young lady taking tickets at the door finally had to abandon her post and walk through it with them. The girls gripped her arm so tightly they gave her bruises. Oh, and Mickala wore her jacket backwards, with her hood up like a mask, through the entire house (see fig. 2). I treated them to McFlurrys for their valor.
Fig. 2 |
By Tuesday, the excitement of Halloween had built so much that Dylan woke up a half hour early so Regina could curl her hair and apply her witch's makeup. I smeared camo face paint on Grady as he walked out the door. They did the Etna loop for the traditional elementary school parade (best parade of the year) and then, that evening we hit the road. That's right, it's that country here. You either 1) go to town to trick-or-treat, or 2) drive around the Eastside. We've always done the latter. Hell, I did the same loop, and stopped at the same houses, when I was a young goblin. Everyone knows Grady is gluten-free and makes him his own treats and I can pretty much tell you what treat each house will give out. I can count the houses we stop at (16), and we all go in at every stop so we can chat, watch a little baseball, grab a beer, and then pile back in the truck to drive another mile or so down the road to do the same at the next house. It takes the better part of 3 hours to do the loop and our kids get as much candy at those 16 stops as the "city" kids do at 50 houses, so they don't miss out on anything.
This year I realized that we hold on to our Halloween traditions more tightly than any other holiday, which just might make Halloween my favorite holiday. So watch out, next year I just might start carving out those pumpkins in September.
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