Look Back in Anger
By Archived Story
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I believe that my Halloween roots were much like any other child’s. There are photographs of me in costumes I don’t recall wearing, with other children I don’t know. I remember that my aunt and uncle would bring us to Edina to trick-or-treat, where they handed out the king-sized candy bars. I know that I was an angel, a rabbit, a Kirsten doll, a clown, and a pumpkin. My elementary school had a Halloween parade every year where the local business owners would stand outside their shops and give us goodies. Things were looking good for me in the Halloween department. Then, when I was eight, the unthinkable happened: my parents decided that we weren’t going to celebrate Halloween anymore. I was pulled out of school on the day of the class parties and the …



