Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. As a child, my fascination with Halloween was directly related to the thrill of filling my plastic pumpkin with a variety of chocolates, sweet tarts, and lollipops. I fondly remember sorting through out bag of goodies in the back yard, sitting around the bonfire and toasting marshmallows. It was one of those days where we were allowed to eat as much candy as we could possibly tolerate, without it being taken away.
Later on, I began to appreciate the other, psychological aspect of Halloween. The art of being frightened. Something about allowing yourself to be frightened, to experience the raw emotion of fear (some may argue as to whether fear is an emotion or a response), excites me. Granted, knowing that I'm not in any REAL danger is significant. I don't believe I would feel quite the same, if I was in a truly dangerous situation.
Last night, we went to the haunted corn maze. From the moment I stepped into the cornfield, I was afraid. I let out my first blood curdling scream within 20 seconds of entering the maze. I forgot about everything else in my life that has being weighing heavily on my mind. I almost slipped along the sloppy path through the maze, trying to elude Michael Myers and Friday the 13th's Jason Voorhees. I was afraid for the duration of our trek through the maze, but , I enjoyed every second of it...even when Leatherface ran me out of the maze, chasing me with a chainsaw.
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