I don’t get up on a soap box very often, but Halloween usually puts me there. Why? Because I get frustrated with the world our children are growing up in and some of the adults that have taken the innocence out of that world.
When I was a kid Halloween was about 3 things. Dressing up, collecting candy, and sharing scary stories with the lights out with a flashlight pressed to your chin. If there was an ulterior meaning to the day, we were oblivious. We didn’t believe witches were real, we’d never heard of the zombie apocalypse & ghost hunters, and vampires were just characters in the scary stories. It wasn’t about Satan, it wasn’t about selling out to some nameless dark side. It was about the candy. It was about being a kid.
When I was a kid we thrived on imagination and the benevolent beings that lived there. The tooth fairy was one of the good guys (girls). Her visit was a reward for being brave when you lost a tooth. Each quarter she slipped under your pillow brought you a step closer to maturity as the baby teeth fell out. It wasn’t about deception. It was about being a kid.
When I was a kid we woke up on Easter morning to colorful baskets stuffed with candy. We hunted Easter eggs after church. In December we wrote letters to Santa, left cookies and milk by the fire place, and hardly slept for the excitement of Santa’s impending visit. It wasn’t about believing a lie over the truth. It wasn’t about substituting a secular fantasy for Biblical fact. It was about being a kid. You see I was lucky. My parents gave me the fun of childhood and taught me the truth I’d need as an adult.
When I was a kid it was possible for truth and fun to co-exist.
But those were simpler times I guess. Before the world grew either too educated, or judgmental, or corrupt, or scared.
I’m glad I grew up in that world instead of this one.
What piece of childhood do you miss the most?