By this time it was close to Halloween and Mom would take us to Target to buy our costumes. Usually, Ryan was an animal, and I was a Disney character. Simba one year and a 101 Dalmatian the next. Feeling bubbly and excited, Ryan and I would return home to watch Halloween movies that had started playing on the Disney channel for the next few days. All we did at that point was wait.
No matter how old I get I will always have these memories. Seeing a pumpkin carved out on a front porch reminds me of the sticky hands that were a result of it. Whenever I smell the crisp, warm smell of pumpkin and vanilla I am reminded of my mother’s cooking and the home I grew up in. And of course, when I see a lawn full of decorations I will remember the trouble my dad went through to make our lawn the best on the street. Fall reminds me of how comfortable and exciting my childhood was. All thanks to my parents.
Now I am in college. I will not be home for Halloween, but when I see a pumpkin, or when I smell spices I will feel at home. Even though my family stopped carving pumpkins and going to the pumpkin patch a long time ago, the fun time my family had left a mark in my memory and in my heart.
My parents taught me the most important lesson at an early age. Children should always feel comfortable and content at home. I feel so sorry for those children who don’t get to experience the joys like I did.
Because of my parents, I will raise my children with that much bliss. Happy Halloween.