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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Halloween Fun


The Halloween Wonder Years

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If fall truly is a time of year when reinvention is possible, no day is this more tangibly evident than on Halloween, that annual event for which tons of children literally re-imagine themselves as someone (or something) completely different. Halloween provides intrepid young minds with the opportunity to let their fantasies run wild in a way that would normally be frowned upon by adults. When else are kids given the freedom to dress however they’d like and run manically through the neighborhood, gobbling up candy from strangers? It’s like a childhood goldmine.
And it doesn’t last very long. The years between when a child recognizes the gift of Halloween for what it is and when he or she grows “too old” to trick or treat are few and fleeting. I remember the year I walked from house to house — dressed as a pretty awesome dragon, I might add — realizing I was older than all of the other children I saw in the neighborhood. I felt more like Godzilla, terrorizing the neighborhood kids and making all of the adults give me that grow up look. That realization is one of those dark markers of a childhood ending, similar to discovering that your mom is really the one eating the cookies left out for a certain jolly fat man.
Which is why it is bittersweet to watch Miles enter the age when he can begin to revel in the holiday. This year he’s going to be a fireman, which he’s very excited about, having spent the better part of the year with fire trucks as a favorite toy of choice. But next year he’ll begin choosing his own costume, and the transformative power of Halloween will be in full effect.
The question for us will be: How do we maximize the wonder and imaginative potential that Halloween provides for those few short years? As the holiday approaches, I’ve been giving it more thought, and I think there are two things we’ll want to focus on for Miles (and any subsequent children).
First, I want to extend Halloween to be more than just a day. I want to carve pumpkins, put up fun decorations, and get him thinking about what he wants to be early. Some families choose not to put much of a focus on extending Halloween’s magic, but why shouldn’t it be? Christmas gets the seasonal treatment — rightly deserved for its emphasis on selflessness and togetherness. But there’s something gloriously personal (and, let’s be honest, selfish) about choosing your own identity and eating tons of sweets that deserves to be celebrated in its own way.
Then I want to help Miles think outside the box for his costume. If he wants to be a character from his favorite television show, he of course will have the freedom to do so. But I think it’s so much more fun to come up with your own ideas for who you want to be. When I was a dragon, it was just because I loved dragons (geeky, I know). It was a homemade costume, one that was unique from every other kid on the block. Similarly, I want to encourage Miles to have fun coming up with his own ideas from his own imagination.
What are some of the crazy imaginative things that your kids do on Halloween?
Caleb Gardner is an amateur father and husband who writes at The Exceptional Man and dabbles in photography, design, and music. When listening to the cacophony of modern-day America, Caleb prefers a side of Scotch. He calls Chicago home, and in winter, less-nice things.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Ahh...High School....Can't believe it was that long ago!

Parachute pants, Vans, Flourescent colored clothing, Flashdance, Leg Warmers, Shoulder Pads, Dynasty and Dallas, always late for curfew, Fake IDs....Good times.....


Storyboard: High School

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I’ll always say “yes” when you want to get slurpees. I don’t have a fake note to get off campus, or a car, but you’ve got both, and I can hide in your trunk, waiting in the dark until we’re safely around the corner for another glimpse of your backlit face.
The eggs we’ll keep in our pockets, ready to launch. They’ll splatter beneath us when we dive in the bushes. The lard we’ll smear on his windshield, for breaking your heart. And after city curfew, when we can’t drive around aimlessly anymore, we’ll park by the levee and tilt the seats back, staring at the silhouettes of live oaks and power lines in the pink suburban sky, eating sour sugar until our tongues get raw.
When the thrift stores and coffee shops close, we’ll go to the big-box store, the last place open. We’ll clear an aisle and replace it with things we like: propane lamps, disposable cameras, bags of plastic dinosaurs and knee-high socks. We’ll leave with safety pins and tempera paint, to make banners for the club we’re starting.
Let’s drive far away from here, away from small-town bigotry and rules to prepare us for being employable, away from being too young to write good poetry, away from this guilty, secret wish to be really, really pretty. We’ll make a promise to be awesome old people. We’ll promise to hold each other to it.
Su Wu of I'm Revolting continues to compile a list of the things, places and misinterpreted philosophies that somehow manage to coalesce into a well-lived life. These narrative-driven collections will find you stealing out of your alternate personas' closets.