I have always loved the whole concept of Halloween, even when I was little.
Granted, it had much more to due with the candy and knocking on doors for treats than what I appreciate about the season as a “grown up”. I used to love getting dressed up–at one point, I was definitely a devil, Perdita from 101 Dalmations and even a queen–how appropriate. I can vividly recall two ugly, terrifying masks my dad would wear every year to scare trick-or-treaters who approached our door, an ugly Wolfman and one that I’d rather forget.
Basically, I am Marnie–Marnie is me.