Megan
03-19-2006, 06:36 AM
I love everything about October. I have the greatest affection for sitting outside alone and watching trees nearby lose their leaves. The chilly winds are especially wonderful to feel on bare arms. It makes me think that the wind is blowing in the wintertime. Past memories of climbing trees and falling off my tricycle still come back to me, but the memories of October are always unmistakably clear.
Going to Target in Downers Grove, where I lived at the time, for that perfect witch costume with the real straw broom that came with it, all happened in 3rd grade. 3rd grade was a whole different world for me. I began to discover my purpose and learned that you had to work hard to achieve things you desired. An easy concept, some people may say, but for me, at that time, that ‘concept’ didn’t come as easily as it should have. Great times, friends, and learning to ride the bike my neighbor let me borrow overflowed my time and kept me busy enough; as so I thought it did.
Target, a convenience store, right by Dominick’s and the Thornton gas station is wear I bought my witch costume. My Mom drove me right around there for lunch the day of Halloween. We were allowed to leave school to get into our costumes because later was the huge Halloween parade. Marching from class to class, big playground to little kid playground, with all my peers was the highlight of the whole Halloween day for many of the attendants of Indian Trail Elementary School.
When the parade was about to begin, we were all showing off our costumes to each other in our own way. The ninjas would show all their weapons while the flower girls would rave about how long it took their moms to curl their hair. The girl in front of me proudly stepped into the buzz with her Little Mermaid outfit. Not too long after, the parade began and our quests of conquering over the on-looking students by making them go “Ooo… Aaah!”, when they saw our awe-inspiring costumes.
After going through all the classes and returning to our own, we overloaded our mouths with candies and other spectacular sweets. Games of all sorts were enjoyed, but my favorite was when we shared scary stories in groups of fours and threes. I had slaved over making a bone chilling Halloween themed story that would impress my peers beyond belief. The story I came up with was about a lonely soul named Spooky Ooky. Spooky Ooky spent his time of being between Heaven and Hell looking for the right key to let him go back into the house he died in and forever R.I.P. Other stories in the group turned out better than my own because I did not have the right appeal in words to frighten the audience I was trying to entertain.
October days of falling leaves with an assortment of colors, bring back many memories I cannot forget. I can learn from many of these times and yet some I can treasure forever without any ‘if, what, and, or but’s’. Whenever I stand alone in the autumn breeze I will think back to the time of being a child with only one worry in the world that was the thought of me, might not getting as much Halloween candy as my brother or sister.
Going to Target in Downers Grove, where I lived at the time, for that perfect witch costume with the real straw broom that came with it, all happened in 3rd grade. 3rd grade was a whole different world for me. I began to discover my purpose and learned that you had to work hard to achieve things you desired. An easy concept, some people may say, but for me, at that time, that ‘concept’ didn’t come as easily as it should have. Great times, friends, and learning to ride the bike my neighbor let me borrow overflowed my time and kept me busy enough; as so I thought it did.
Target, a convenience store, right by Dominick’s and the Thornton gas station is wear I bought my witch costume. My Mom drove me right around there for lunch the day of Halloween. We were allowed to leave school to get into our costumes because later was the huge Halloween parade. Marching from class to class, big playground to little kid playground, with all my peers was the highlight of the whole Halloween day for many of the attendants of Indian Trail Elementary School.
When the parade was about to begin, we were all showing off our costumes to each other in our own way. The ninjas would show all their weapons while the flower girls would rave about how long it took their moms to curl their hair. The girl in front of me proudly stepped into the buzz with her Little Mermaid outfit. Not too long after, the parade began and our quests of conquering over the on-looking students by making them go “Ooo… Aaah!”, when they saw our awe-inspiring costumes.
After going through all the classes and returning to our own, we overloaded our mouths with candies and other spectacular sweets. Games of all sorts were enjoyed, but my favorite was when we shared scary stories in groups of fours and threes. I had slaved over making a bone chilling Halloween themed story that would impress my peers beyond belief. The story I came up with was about a lonely soul named Spooky Ooky. Spooky Ooky spent his time of being between Heaven and Hell looking for the right key to let him go back into the house he died in and forever R.I.P. Other stories in the group turned out better than my own because I did not have the right appeal in words to frighten the audience I was trying to entertain.
October days of falling leaves with an assortment of colors, bring back many memories I cannot forget. I can learn from many of these times and yet some I can treasure forever without any ‘if, what, and, or but’s’. Whenever I stand alone in the autumn breeze I will think back to the time of being a child with only one worry in the world that was the thought of me, might not getting as much Halloween candy as my brother or sister.