Anyone who had a good Halloween when they were a kid are lying if they say they don’t miss it.
What a wonderful holiday to give you an excuse to explore the neighborhood with your friends and siblings on your own and get delicious candy at nearly every door all while traipsing around in a wild costume.
Christmas may trump Halloween as my favorite holiday, but I understand people when they say that Halloween was their favorite! Of course, when you get older, it is not the same. I remember the last time I really celebrated Halloween was my junior year of high school. There was a costume party at the school gym. I made the grave mistake of dressing up in a Sasquatch suit. Perhaps it would not have been so grave a mistake if the gym’s heating system was not literally stuck on full blast. Yes, that actually happened. It was barely cold enough outside to justify having the heating system on at all, and here it was broken and blasting like a…well, a furnace. I was in straight up danger of dehydration if I didn’t drink as much punch as I could. Too bad it tasted horrible. It was nice that some of my school friends were so amused with my costume, but there were times when I had to ditch them just to go outside and enjoy the coolness as opposed to the unforgiving heat inside. As I took a moment to get relief in the cool night air, I realized I was done with Halloween. The glory days were over.