Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved Halloween season. When September rolled in with a new school year and many beginnings. I eagerly knew the chilly days, pumpkins, ghosts, and ghouls were on the horizon. Halloween held unspeakable magic for me. Even in my younger days, I donned each whimsical, handmade costume my mother sewed for me with exceptional pride. Whether I was a dragon, witch, Native American, sorceress, batgirl, geisha, Queen Amidala, or Medusa 1.0. I orchestrated a pageant of one-of-a-kind characters each year for school parties and trick-or-treated. Halloween always held a certain magic for me, as it was the only night of the year I could be something else. I could refuse to fit it. I could be unique.

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