PHOTO: [Jillian] has heart
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I have such great memories of deciding what to dress up as each year – a ghost, a hobo, a witch – I always seemed to be really traditional things. And then getting so bummed out when it would snow and I’d have to wear a jacket! The nerve. I think I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in a small townhouse, and because of the close proximity of houses it was always a prime trick or treating spot. My mom would easily go through 300 pieces of candy each year. My uncle would bring my two cousins over, along with even more candy to hand out, and we would set off to visit as many houses as humanly possible in a three hour time frame (I remember one of them dressing up as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle for at least three consecutive years!). Our weapons of choice were old pillowcases, and when we were through we’d dump our piles of sweets out onto the living room carpet , organize everything, and make trades. We moved out of that house when I was 18, but Halloween evenings will always be some of my best memories.