When I was young, Halloween was one of my favorite holidays.
I grew up in northern New Jersey, and I loved the changing
colors of the leaves. When they fell, my Dad would make a
big pile on the front lawn, which I could never resist jumping
into. Then he'd burn them ( yes, it was actually legal then,
and everyone did.)
I looked forward to the gradual appearance of skeletons,
witches and graveyards.
Having reached a "certain age", the closer I get to actually
being a skeleton and residing on the flip side of the grass,
the less amusing and fun it seems.
So, here is a gentler and more romantic vision of the