As a child, it was a magical time for getting candy,
dressing up, and being silly.
As a teenager, it was a time for stupid pranks. (In my hometown,
someone always
set an outhouse on fire in the
triangle on the main drag.)
As I grew older, I became captivated with the thrills of the scary symbols
and gadgets. My dh had the same interests, so now we have numerous
skulls, noise-makers, bats, gargoyles, ceramic pumpkins,
and other "scary" items.
