We celebrated Halloween a day early at youth group last night, ducking through haunted hallways, parading in our costumes and carving jack-o-lanterns. There was a ballerina, a toilet, an elf, a Cat in the Hat, a 50’s couple and a blond afro wig that hopped from head to head.<\/p>\n
I felt ridiculously nostalgic and snapped photos of all the characters in the room. I stopped at a table of my favorite girls, leaned in with raised eyebrows and a devilish grin, as if to tell a ghost story or share a juicy secret, and asked, “So, what’s your favorite Halloween candy?”<\/p>\n
Sidra laughed. “You’re so weird.”<\/p>\n
But I wasn’t being facetious. I’ve always been serious about my candy–seriously obsessive. When I was a little girl, I climbed the back fence to go to the liquor store behind our house. I bought handfuls of 5-cent candy: jolly ranchers, laffy taffy and tootsie rolls. When I felt rich, I bought boxes of nerds and pouches of big league chew.<\/p>\n
At bedtime, I ate candy after brushing my teeth and hid the wrappers beneath my bed. I took packs of candy with me everywhere I went, like a grandma might. Except I didn’t want to share. I stuffed entire packs of bubbalicious in my mouth at one time and licked the complete surface area of spiral lollipops from Disneyland just so I didn’t have to. One of my piano teachers charged me a piece of candy for each mistake I made, but it didn’t teach me to practice. It taught me to hide the candy in my pockets.<\/p>\n
There are five bags of candy in the fridge right now, and my roommate, Rima, is buying more this afternoon. I hope tons of kids come trick-or-treating tonight, so we can be one of the cool houses that dumps fists full of candy into pillowcases without flinching. Of course, I won’t be disappointed if we’re left with all that candy to ourselves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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