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Anyone who knows me knows that I can be one to harbour bitterness against people for years. I feel like sharing with you some bitterness in my heart that's directed toward my mother, and, if she's reading, she should realise how actions committed years ago can still hurt today.

I hate Halloween. Anyone who knows me also knows that I'm not one to play dress up. Something about dressing up just seems to be immature and not appropriate for the advanced society that we've come a long way in improving and maintaining. Although, I'm sure that that process of reasoning wasn't what was on my mind when I was in kindergarten. Back then, I still didn't like dressing up in costumes as a five-year old.

I had determined that I was not going to dress up in some sort of costume when I went to school that day. My mother with her motherly intuition was probably thinking that her son was going to be ridiculed by all of the other children, and he would end up in the corner crying, so, out of good intentions, she dressed me up like Batman. Never mind the fact that as a child, my cartoon tastes tended more towards Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse instead of the Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles or Batman crap that my brother grew up on.

Pretty much, I was in a really bad situation: against my volition, I was dressed up in a costume, and, if that weren't bad enough, in a costume of a character that I really didn't like or care about. Why? All because my mother didn't want me crying in the corner. So, what did I do once I got to school that day? I cried in the corner.¹

As good fortune would have it, a few years later, my parents got a hold of some fundamentalist-Christian literature or something and decided to drink the Kool-Aid on this one and boycott Halloween. When I found out that I didn't have to go to school on Halloween, it was the happiest day of my life! If nothing else, it was a free day off of school.

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1. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”