My parents don’t dress up for Halloween but my Mom still holds a shield like Wonder Woman, and my Dad wears a cape 24/7. They used to dress up with my brothers and I for Halloween and let our imaginations run wild, and because of that, our imaginations run 365 days out of the year.
I saw a kid running around yesterday in an Army costume, I saw a girl dressed up as a nurse. I hope she still wants to be one on November 1st, after the decorations are pulled down, and the candy is all gone.
I’m convinced something scary happens on Halloween.
On October 31st, a kid somewhere is told that super powers aren’t real; and imaginations are packed away with Halloween decorations on the following day.
I remember the day I realized my costume didn’t actually change who I was.
I looked in the mirror and realized that the Goblin I dressed up as wasn’t staring me back in the face. It was me, with green face paint on, and green pointy ears. I wanted to take my costume off.
I dressed up as Georgie from the movie IT on Halloween when I was younger. . . Okay, no I didn't actually dress up as Georgie, I was a firefighter. But the below picture is shockingly close.
This year I thought about being It on November 1st. No, not Pennywise the Dancing Clown. But whatever it was that made me smile like this as a kid.
Whatever it was that kept my imagination going. Because you need it as an adult, just as much as you need it when you are a kid.
I'm convinced now more than ever, that Halloween isn't just about picking what it is that you want to be. Halloween is about having the courage to continue being It, on November 1st.