For most of my young life, I have been devoid of a classic happy childhood. I have never experienced the heartfelt warmth of a holiday season or the chilly fun of Halloween night. I never really had the chance to just let loose and have fun. I had to grow up. No, I was not raised in the ghetto, but my premature maturation was a product of mental and psychological factors rather than environmental.

Because of this, I am planning to fill my Halloween night with a horror movie marathon. I’ll probably end up sitting at home watching things like Halloween, Child’s Play (for some reason, that’s the only movie that can still scare me), The Exorcist, Dracula, Beetlejuice, amongst others. I’m still compiling a list.

Living vicariously…is that the curse of my life? I was thinking…one day, my children will have the childhood that was missing from my own life…