I LOVE Halloween! And it wasn’t always this way. When I was 6-years-old, after a night of trick-or-treating, my mom, brother, a vampire, and I, Minnie Mouse, walked home, admiring all of the candy we had collected. Without warning, I was smacked on the shoulder. My tiny head turned one way, and the other, but no one was behind me. And that’s when I smelled the putrid, rotting scent. My 6-year-old nose didn’t know what it was, but my mom did. I had been egged. And, by some cruel trick of fate, nearly every year after, I was egged. Never my brother. Never the young child next to me. Me. Every single year.
My Unborn Child's Halloween Costume
My Unborn Child's Halloween Costume
My Unborn Child's Halloween Costume
I LOVE Halloween! And it wasn’t always this way. When I was 6-years-old, after a night of trick-or-treating, my mom, brother, a vampire, and I, Minnie Mouse, walked home, admiring all of the candy we had collected. Without warning, I was smacked on the shoulder. My tiny head turned one way, and the other, but no one was behind me. And that’s when I smelled the putrid, rotting scent. My 6-year-old nose didn’t know what it was, but my mom did. I had been egged. And, by some cruel trick of fate, nearly every year after, I was egged. Never my brother. Never the young child next to me. Me. Every single year.