Stupid day of the dead

This weekend was Halloween, which is my least favorite “holiday” and this year I decided to really think about why it is I hate this stupid holiday so much. First of all I don’t even know you why the hell would I go spend money on candy just so I can give it to you? You need to learn now that nothing is free you have to work for every thing. I guess some would say they get all dressed up and this is them working for the candy but really I mean that more fun for them than any thing. Also lets talk about the costumes sure little ones in a pumpkin costumes are cute but teens in sheets are not and that runes if for every one else. But aside from all the things that I just think are stupid surely there is something that is the nail in the coffen so to speak and then it hit me. I believe I was 12 or 13 and I got all dressed up for Halloween in a gypsy outfit and was sitting out on the front porch waiting for my Mom and sister to get home and for the kids to come for candy. Now we lived on a dead end street and pretty far out of town so no one really every drove on our street except to go home and we knew all those people. So because of this none of our animals were ever kept in a fence they just ran around and stayed close to home. Well this night our dog just happen to be chasing our cat as pets are known to do and the cat ran across the street and the dog ran after her only to be hit and killed in front of me by someone from our church. I was to young and in too much shock to not realize she was dead right away I ran out there and tried to comfort her until I could figure out how to get her fixed up. It was the church friend that said “she is dead” I will never forget that. Not only have you killed my dog but you have to be a bitch about it. Any way after that I wrapped her up in a towel and put her in the garage and waited until my Mom and sister came home. I had to tell them when they got there and that was really hard. It was the first time I remember my sister being emotional at all. We buried her that night. I hadn’t thought about that night for a long time but it makes total since as to why I hate Halloween.