Oct. 31st

I never really liked Halloween. Some of the costumes my mom made us wear were cute, others not so much.  (One year -- a particularly warm year -- I believe my brother and I went as Adam and Eve.  That, as you can imagine, at any age, is embarrassing).   But now, in hindsight, I think I just did not like dressing up and becoming someone else.  Already shrouded my own self-imposed layer of disguise, I don't think I wanted to wear another someone upon my already secret self.

Every year the kids at school ask me what I am going as and, usually, I say "a teacher."  Next year, I am going for something even better.  When they ask who I dressing up as, I'll just say me.  They'll cock their heads maybe, or just turn their attention to something else, never really knowing how important my simple answer is.