I used to hate Halloween. I know, it is a seriously unpopular opinion. But I was the world’s biggest fraidy cat. I’m serious. I couldn’t watch the slasher movie episode of Boy Meets World without foregoing sleep that night. I refused to have anything to do with even the tamest of scary movies. Spooky YA books were out of the question. I jumped at the slightest noise.
Ok, I still do that. I’m a jumpy person. I can’t stop myself.