You see I was in 1st grade and I was all dressed for the day. I was a cowboy. I have my hat (which I wasn't allowed to wear in school on normal days), My boots and jeans and I even had a holster and guns on my hips. At the time I was thinking I was all that and a bag of marshmellows too. When I got to school and Mom dropped me off I started down the hall. I looked around and wasn't really happy. There were kids in masks and I didn't know who was who. One kid came up to me in one of those blood pumping Scream masks and said something to me (I don't even remember what) I was scared and shaking in my boots. I took off to the principal's office. I didn't even stop to tell the secretary what I wanted. I march right in and told the principal "Call my Mom, I am going home." She asked me if I wanted to talk about what upset me and I just kept saying "Call my Mom, I am going home." I stood there with my arms crossed and never moved while she called Mom.
Mom came in to the principal's office and asked me "What's up, Little Man?" (Little Man is Mom's nickname for me) All I would tell her is that I wanted to go home. By the time we got to the car I was upset and spilling my guts about the masks and how terrible it was. Half crying and half trying not to cry I told Mom about the scarey things I saw. She sat with me in the car and we talked and then we went back inside. She had the kids take off all their masks and show me who as underneath. It made no difference. I wanted to go home. I hated the day. Mom talked to the principal and I went home. Since that day I have never dressed up or taken part in this day as most people do. I prefer to eat candy and give candy away to others. A quiet All Hallows Eve makes me a happy camper.