Hollow-hollow-Halloween

halloween is by far my favorite holiday. up until this year, i didnt have one. really, i didnt even like holidays, but this year, halloween and i are really like brother and sister. halloween brings so much imagination, and i miss the nights that i would look out of my bedroom window waiting for shooting stars so i could wish for something, like a pet rabbit, and expect it to come true. i had alot of imagination growing up and i want it all back. i remember believing that if i held my breath for longer than thirty seconds, i could make my heart stop. sleeping beneath a blanket, would run me out of oxygen. i used to have an 8 30 bedtime, and instead of sleeping, i would make forts with my blankets. and some night i would press my fingers over my eyelids and see different patterns and colors, and thought that if i did this long enough i would see God. granted, halloween is about being scary hoodlums once a year for some young teenage boys, for some girls it is about dressing up and being creative and if you did something wrong with your makeup it only made the costume twice as great. as strange as this sounds, if i never knew my mom was an atheist, i would have alot more imagination than i do. obviously, thats not the only reason ive lost touch with the imagination that i used to have, but it doesnt help. thought i'd just throw that out there for anyone to think about?