Halloween:
Hoards of kids, going door to door, disguised, so you can’t tell who they are, begging for food. Strange Holiday.
Good grief! My Mom has been reincarnated as DR DRuxy. That was exactly the sentiment my mom expressed every year about Halloween. She always got us, or made us, costumes and she always allowed us to go Trick or Treating, but she hated the whole idea.
Strangely enough, once I had outgrown the T or T part of the holiday, my mother suddenly fell in love with the holiday. She would keep track of how many kids came to the door and what the best costumes were. A complete change of attitude from the begging that my sister and I were doing when we were younger.