Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. The pumpkins, the leaves, the spooky chill in the air.
My son however does not share this love.
If he could lock himself in the house during this season of ghosts and goblins, he would.
I don't even know when this fear started, but it's there to this day. I recall him being about 4 years old. We were getting ready to trick or treat and before we left, a kid in a ghost mask came to our door for candy. My son saw him through the glass and high-tailed it into the kitchen, hid under the kitchen table, (hate to break it to you son, but tables offer no protection from ghosts) and refused to come out. The following year, my son's father's workplace sponsored a Halloween hay ride/party. We were sitting at a picnic table happily eating our hotdogs and s'mores when a zombie type creature came onto my son's radar. He dove, head first, under the table. In his terror, he didn't notice the rusty nails in his dive path, and managed to catch them with the top of his left eyebrow. He emerged from under the table, bloody and screaming. It took me a minute to realize that the zombie had not caught up with him under the table, that in fact it was the sharp nails sticking out under there.
My love for scary movies during this season has not rubbed off on him either.