Letter #138: The Halloween Movie Spooktacular!
Good morning, Erin—and HAPPY HALLOWEEN! When I went trick-or-treating as a child, it was always, always cold outside, which meant my mom would not take my sisters and me out unless we were properly dressed for the cold—which meant, no matter how clever or elaborate our costumes were, they were always hidden underneath our winter coats. And whatever excitement I may have had about dressing like my favorite cartoon hero of the moment would immediately start to dissipate…only made worse once we were actually outside, as my natural shyness when talking to people I didn’t know (especially adults I didn’t know) crept steadily closer to the forefront of my mind with every doorbell we rang. Which, for some reason, I would forget was going to be the case when it rolled around the next year. I know. Think of all the fun you missed out on because we didn’t know each other as kids. Now, I’ve already told you I’m not the biggest fan of Halloween, and that’s true even apart from t...