This time of year has consistently reminded me of one thing: how much I miss trick-or-treating. I remember the unmatched excitement of getting home from school and scarfing down dinner because I couldn’t wait to step out into the darkness.
With my plastic pumpkin bucket in hand, I felt such pride in every costume that my mom would DIY for me. There was something special about the experience of uttering three magic words that would instantaneously get me candy. Or, maybe it was just the idea of endless sugar.
Now, trick-or-treating is picking what essay topic I want to write about. Halloween night is leftover candy dinners, pulling all-nighters for schoolwork, and combating sleep deprivation. My DIY costume is a sweatsuit and fuzzy Halloween socks. As a kid, my only concern was having to give my parents a portion of my sweet earnings to “make sure it wasn’t poison.” As a retired trick-or-treater, my concern is falling asleep because I ran out of candy to eat. Despite how my Halloween evenings have changed, I still have the choice of staying up past eight o’clock and not brushing my teeth for one night.
Veronica is a Staff Writer at The Cascade. She loves to travel and explore new places, no matter how big or small. She is in her second year at UFV, pursuing the study of Creative
Writing.