This is the story of my Halloween’s past.
Every Halloween for as long as I can remember, it has either been down pouring or snowing, this is seriously the first one without extreme weather in the 22 years I’ve been Halloweening. (Oh that’s right I went Trick or Treating when I was four days old, I was a pumpkin. and It was raining.)
I never really like Halloween, not because it’s not fun, but it’s always been really boring to me, and I don’t like rain to touch me, or talking to people, or being outside at night, or scary things. So Halloween is like all of my least favorite things together, I used to call it suck-day when I was kid.
One of my first real Halloween memory was in first grade, about a week before, when my class was taught the Halloween song, it basically goes “H-A-Double L-O-W-double E-N” and then there are words, but I was seven so I don’t remember the whole song. Why I even remember that part, is because Halloween was one of our spelling words that week and we all sang the song to our teacher, Mrs. Jones, and she flipped out! She was all ‘double L’ and ‘Double E’ are not letters!!! That is not proper English!!! Who taught you this!!”
It was kind of scary, we were just singing a song.
That’s all I really have to say about Halloween, I like that story, and it amazes me every October when I’m writing Halloween that the song is still in my head “H-A-Double L-O-W-double E-N.” It will be the only word in the English Language I will never butcher.
And that is the end of the story
