One Halloween, when I was a wee little me, my mother dressed me up as a fortune teller.  I can only imagine what kinds of predictions my creative mind came up with, definitely something involving Barbie – my then best friend and star of all of my earliest productions.  I can be sure whatever fantasies I conjured up, I was a princess, or a ballerina, or any other pretty, pink thing that little girls imagine they’ll grow up to be.

And like all kids I couldn’t wait to be BIG, so I could do things like, stay up late… and really I don’t remember what else I couldn’t wait to do… staying up late was a big one for me.  My dad used to always say to me “enjoy your childhood, because it’s the shortest part of your life.”  What do dad’s know?

Now that I am clearly a BIG girl, and apparently a princess only in my own mind, it turns out Dad was right.  So this year, for Halloween I think I’ll be a kid again – no thoughts of jobs, or money, or my lack thereof.

Now, let’s see if I still remember this:

Trick or treat,

Smell my feet,

Give me something good to eat,

If you don’t,

I don’t care,

I’ll pull down your underwear!

Happy Halloween!