My confession about Halloween follows a pretty strict separation from it because my upbringing wasn't so keen on its pagan origins. The more American deviation being about entertaining scares and kid-friendly fun just wasn't excuse enough to handout candy or feel comfortable getting dressed up. By the time I became an adult, the damage was already done. But I loved horror movies, so Halloween would always have me in its grasp in some form.
I celebrated by marathon-ing Halloween-themed movies and the franchise and eating candy in front of my television instead of being a Cheerio from Glee and knocking on strangers doors/attending a party. I listened to the Halloween score while I took long strolls to the store, auburn tree lines, golden blowing leaves, and the cool air complementing my much better Fall wardrobe. I had to sneak my own, private celebration.