Thursday, November 01, 2007
Dixon on Halloween
Last night was, obviously, Halloween. Dixon's not old enough to trick-or-treat yet, but he's definitely old enough to get into the spirit of the holiday. I spent most of the night chasing him around with a camera.
Inside, though, I was feeling sentimental and reminiscing to myself about Halloween when I was a little girl. I grew up in a small community where a lot of the houses are at the top of big hills, so none of my neighbors ever got many trick-or-treaters. As a result, they gave out a TON of candy (plus homemade popcorn balls, cookies, brownies - all the things you can really only hand out in a small community.)
I loved trick-or-treating itself - hauling myself up those hills with my friends (and our dad's following us to any houses that might hand out beer with their candy). But my favorite part of the night was when we got back home. My friends and I would dump our candy out on the dining room floor...and categorize.
We'd sort the candy into groups - by brand name, by size, by ingredients - and put them into tiny baggies. What's most embarassing is that in the days following Halloween, I would re-sort by different variables. Sometimes several times.
I never actually finished all my Halloween candy, but it definitely brought me lasting joy.
And that is the very, very dorky story of a young market research analyst. Wow, I'm cool.