I struggled about whether or not to write about this topic. And let me be clear even before my disclosure that I have nothing against pumpkins or candy corn. (Well, that's not entirely true… I actually haven't eaten candy corn in 20 years. But you get the point.) And I used to be pretty good at bobbing for apples once I figured out how to push the apple to the side of the tub so I could sink my teeth into it. And oh, yes, I had some great Halloween costumes over the years. (My favorite was the homemade Ace of Spades costume my dad made for me by cutting a large corrugated box for my head and arms, painting it white and affixing a black cut-out spade on both sides. I wore black tights, black shoes, a black turtleneck sweater and a black balaclava to keep my head warm. It was a great costume though unfortunately, my dad used latex-based paint that didn't dry in time for trick-or-treating. So he dusted it with talcum powder so my arms wouldn't stick to the sides!)
You're right. I digress. That's because this true confession is not easy to make.