Today is a great day! Our country has taken a giant step forward politically and I have every reason in the world to be writing about it! The only problem is I cant seem to get passed Halloween and move on to be more excited about other things! And I'm not talking about this most recent Halloween either. No, no I'm referring to a Halloween that has been over for, oh i don't know, at least 13 years.
You see, back when i was 10 i thought there could be nothing cooler for a Halloween idea than being a ninja!!! I'm not talking about the ghetto gold and black spandex ninja suite you buy from walmart either. I'm talking a legit 'i sneak around at night and murder other shogun warriors and chop their hair off and hang it from my sword' kind of ninja. I was determined to have the most bomb costume around. Needless to say i didn't quite make it to the full fledged ninja attire i had dreamed of but i wasn't' a damned "cute little ninja" either. I was pleased. My mom had even purchased a sweet sword for me to carry around...and a few Chinese stars.(never mind the fact that a true ninja would never be caught dead with that Chinese crap of a weapon). I was ready for my night to begin.
My plans for the evening were simple. Go to my friend Eric Fairborns house, get some delicious candy, chop up a few ninja enemies, and maybe hit up the stake center for a haunted house. The night was going exactly as planned but i just couldn't get over the nervous feeling that i had, seeing as how this was my first Halloween with a friend and not my older brother...Big Toph. I tried to get over it but could not manage! So what happened? I puked. I puked all over inside the Haunted house. And whats even worse was the fact that I broke my Ninja sword trying to make it to the bathroom. I couldn't enjoy my candy and most certainly couldn't handle anymore trick or treating. I just went home.
This Halloween I was determined to make up for my failed ninja years and do some serious killing...but plans changed and i ended up being Michael Phelps while my wife, Kristen, went as one of my gold medals.
Yeah, it was cute and a lot fun but next year...well, everybody had better be ready because i smell blood and guts and a whole lot of redemption!
This is the very meaning of " it's all relative". I do remember that Halloween. It was sad (and a little bit funny). But I had no idea that it marked you forever! I would have remembered better had I known that, paid it more respect.
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