Share your secrets. All those things that you don't dare tell anyone else, tell me.

Today's confession:

 

I like Halloween. It is one of those times where everyone hides behind a mask. A mask of facepaint, a mask of plastic or clay, a mask that is more obvious to the world than the one that is worn all the time, a mask that hides secrets that we all don't want anyone else to know. You are just as likely to see the Phantom of the Opera go waltzing by as you are to see GI Joe hitting on Barbie.

 

I miss being a child at this time of year. Knowing that Christmas is coming closer and this is really the precursor to the big guy (Santa himself) from stopping by my house to deliver me treats and trinkets.

 

I long to dress up and grab a bag. To head outside and cavort with the other ghosts and goblins. To see all the masks, all the hidden desires made tangible by the donning of a costume that most befits the person wearing it. A glimpse at the real person within that we can't normally see when we glance over at the checkout line.

 

Yes, I do like Halloween.

 

I wish they had it twice a year.

 

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