When I was a kid, I never went trick-or-treating, and we never had trick-or-treaters. Growing up in the town of Occoquan, we always went to the Occoquan Parade.
In 5th grade, I was wondering what to be for Halloween, and I realized I wanted to be something different. Something that I didn’t see. Something unique. I was sick of the same old costumes. Suddenly, it dawned on me. A Haunted House! So I spent a month making the costume. I was so happy when I won the first prize for Most Original Costume. Yay! My brother also won a prize that same year. He got Most Scary costume.
I didn’t go trick-or-treating until I was in high school, and I went with my brother. It was a horrible experience. These asshole high-schoolers bullied my brother and me, and just followed us around creepily, taunting us. I hated it. Then eventually, they stole my brother’s candy, and I yelled something after them. I felt really REALLY terrible. I had been bullied since the 6th grade. The guy was Brandon Carter. We were psuedo-friends in 5th grade, and then in 6th grade, he started teasing me and bulling me. Just typing this makes me feel like crying because I was so miserable. What a dick. Anyway, I suspect that one of the guys that Halloween was probably Brandon Carter, but since they were in costumes, I couldn’t be sure. I gave my brother my candy but I don’t think it made it any better. I know I still felt terrible. I still feel terrible to this day.
When I was in college…. I found out Brandon Carter had died. Good riddance. I don’t hate him, I guess.. I feel sad for him… but…. I’m glad he’s not alive anymore. Is that horrible? Maybe. But… it’s how I feel.
Speaking of bullying, here’s a great excerpt that someone posted to Facebook: