All Hallow’s Eve

All Hallow’s Eve

For almost my entire life, Halloween has been my favourite holiday. When I was really young, my mother would make us two costumes sometimes: one for school, and one that fit over a snowsuit for trick-or-treating.
 
When we got older, there was a wonderful series of theatrical-style make-up called Living Nightmare that had some fantastic character kits. (The make-up line is still around, but I haven’t been able to find the kits I remember for years.) They were a little darker, and a lot gorier, than the ones my mother made, but they were great.
 

Then, as must happen, I got too old to trick-or-treat. For a while, I went to to Halloween parties. One of my greatest achievements was a handmade gargoyle costume (largely an achievement because I really can’t sew). In those years, I tended to make up my own characters. From the Bronze Magus, to the China Doll Harlequin, to the faceless ghost of a nobody, even up to the gothic Angel of Death (complete with army boots) I still had fun costuming.
 
I haven’t done that in a while, though. The interest and time that my friends (and I) used to have in it seems to have waned. I don’t bother with a costume anymore, because I tend to stay in. Now that I live in a closed building, there aren’t even any trick-or-treaters to greet.
 
Somewhere along the line, I’ve lost my favourite holiday, and I’m not quite certain how to get it back.
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