It happens every year. Bring on autumn and I am an excessively happy girl. The leaves start to change color, I wake up Sunday mornings to thunderstorms and the air smells crisp.
What in the world does it mean to smell crisp?
I have no clue, but I couldn’t figure out how else to describe the smell of autumn: like pumpkins filled with nearly-spent candles; like wet leaves before they start to rot in piles on the front lawn; like muddy football fields, but not muddy football players?
The air smells crisp.
And I love it.
I love it because Halloween is coming. Because it smells amazing to me. Because I love long nights. Because the changing leaves are beautiful. Because my birthday is coming up. Because there are still soccer games. Because I can watch football on Fridays. Because I’ll never grow out of jumping into a pile of leaves.
But I have one big worry right now.
What am I going to be for Halloween?
Here are a few of the Halloween costumes from my past:
A Bat: Mom made this costume and it was out of really soft fabric. I loved the cape and the little bat mask. All I had to do was wear a grey or black outfit underneath and I was set. Sadly, I outgrew it as I wore this costume in my pre-elementary school days.
A Bloody Soccer Player: Any weekly activity growing up turned into a Halloween costume with a little blood and possibly some vampire teeth. I wore a red Leopard’s Lair jersey that was a little large as it was one of my older brother’s old jerseys. And of course, splattered blood in random places.
Robin Hood: He was so much cooler than Maid Marian. And it was probably an easier outfit for Mom to make. The vest was made out of green felt. It was my fourth-grade wish.
Indiana Jones: Because by sixth grade, I decided to come up with a costume that accomplished two things: one—kept me warm; two—was easy to run through the dark neighborhoods in.
The Wind: That was last year and it required lots and lots of hairspray. That’s all I had to buy, though. Hairspray.
A Pirate Wench: So original.
That sets me up with such high expectations that I just can’t come up with a grand idea for this year’s costume. I even dreamed about going to the costume store, but woke up before I made a purchase. Sigh.