We’re lucky this year to have such colorful foliage in Wilton. Everyone’s buying their pumpkins for carving, and all of the Starbucks addicts are looking forward to their Pumpkin Spice Lattes. The changing of the leaves reminds me of the upcoming holiday: Halloween. I will admit that Halloween as a child is much more whimsical than it is as a 17-year-old boy. Most people don’t appreciate teenagers knocking on their door for candy.
When I was younger, I looked forward to the Miller-Driscoll and Cider Mill Halloween parades. Back then, it seemed, there was an endless stream of kids in costumes, from princesses to superheroes. Suddenly, in Middlebrook, the number of costumes dwindled. Everyone, more timid about celebrating, decided it was best to suppress the Halloween spirit; it was a combination of insecurity and the feeling that we’d outgrown the holiday. It was this insecurity that forced Halloween into dormancy for the next three years.