Woo Hoo, I get to blog on Halloween, my very favorite day.

Why?

Because it’s the one day of the year, one can be exactly what their not in real life. I always loved watching my children try on costumes I made for them. Their imaginations went wild as they evolved into what they dreamed of being, or even feared.

This year my youngest grandson Jaren, is Spiderman. Since he started walking and talking, he’s been drawn to the superhero. This year he is really Spiderman. He tired on his costume, and went into Spiderman mod. He was pretending to climb walls, spray webs, and save his sister, who really didn’t want any saving. I watched his dark eyes widen at the sight of two year old form in the familiar blue and red suit. In his imagination, he muscled up, could climb walls, and save a very uncooperative damsel in distress. It mattered little, he was really Spiderman!

I love this concept of letting children’s minds run wild with everything they aren’t. Little girls become princesses, fairies, and dancers. Little boys are superheroes, and Darth Vader, who eats half his candy before the night is over.

I still dress up to answer the door. I’m always a witch. I have a colorful collection of hats, I’ve bought cheap at the end of the season, usually the day after, and decorate elaborately when the day arrives. For me, this is better than Christmas…

I answer the door, adorned in my hat and witches outfit, smiling, because I’m a good witch, even though I wear black. Sometimes weather permitting, I sit on my decorated front porch with my spinning wheel and spin. Because of Sleeping Beauty, the spinning wheel has gotten a bad rap. My little cauldron is smoking, and I’ll hand out handfuls of candy. By the time the kids leave me, they know the spinning wheel is harmless, and witches in black can be as good as the sparkling pink ones who get all the good press. I’m the queen of PR for the witch who prefers the more classic black, after all it is slimming. All the pink fluff, puts pounds on the hips.

I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother, but on Halloween, I’m a kid once more. Nothing is better then that, and your never to old to play pretend.

Question of the Day:  What is your favorite thing about Halloween?