To be honest, I have a severe love-hate relationship with Halloween. While I love dressing up and eating candy, something always seems to go wrong for me on this holiday.
For example, when I was 16 years old, I went to a haunted house with my friends — pretty typical. At this particular haunted house there was a maze through the woods, where clowns and zombies and other scary things popped out at you. Honestly, I wasn’t super scared, but since it was in the woods there were sticks a roots everywhere. As I was turning a corner in the maze, I tripped and completely knocked down one of the maze walls. It was embarrassing, to say the least.