Even as a kid, October 31st for me wasn’t that different from any other day of the year.
I always wanted books, not candies.
I’m a reader.
I get to pretend to be whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
I’m a writer.
I don’t want to buy more costumes because my wardrobe is full of them.
I’m a dancer.
But there is something I always make a big deal of…
Happy writing and crying.