Halloween When You Were a Kid
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Halloween has changed a lot in the last 30-40 years, and we’re interested in learning what it was like when you were young. So share your thoughts below!
I’ll start, since I’m guest blogging today. I grew up in a town in Mississippi, and every year we’d all go down to some Halloween fair inside a basketball gym. And every year, somebody would have built a “haunted house” exhibit that apparently only the brave would enter. I tried it–once or twice–and the thing is I can’t remember how it was built at all (besides, once you went in, it was plenty dark). But what I will never forget is the smell.
You see, the floor of said haunted house was always covered in straw, which I guess was a little wet, and so it had this powerful odor that was faintly sickening anyway, mixed in with all the other smells in the gym. So creeping into this haunted house, you’re a little sick to your stomach to start with. Then you fumble your way through, in the pitch black darkness, until some high school kid (you presume) screams and grabs your arm and scares the beejeesus out of you, and at that point I was ready to go home, in a hurry! To this day, whenever I smell wet straw (which living in San Francisco is not very often), I take a quick look around, just to make sure nobody’s about to grab me. So far, so good.
What was the spookiest thing about Halloween for you, growing up?