I came from a Halloween-friendly home. My dad, Spencer, was a U.S. Marine captain. But when it came to Halloween, my dad had a soft spot. He would take his three sons and friends on escapades on Halloween night.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My family was very Halloween-friendly, for all of the religion and whatever was going on.
I am unusually Halloween-attentive, because, as it happens, I was born on Halloween, so for me it has always been an occasion of great moment.
My dad loved to 'arrange things' to take us kids to that scared the crap out of us on Halloween. He'd take us to the old 'Hermit's House' at the edge of town. He'd park the car 100 yards down the street and say, 'Go back there and get something off the front porch!'
I was the ghost-faced killer for Halloween in the third or fourth grade.
On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me.
When my parents met, my mother was a waitress and my father was a dockyard worker. They were part of that post-war better-yourself generation, so they both went to night school.
I'm not a real Halloween kind of guy, because Halloween is every day.
Like at Halloween: I knew I'd arrived when I saw people dressing up on Halloween as my character.
My father-in-law was a nuclear-submarine captain. My father was in the military.
We lived, until I was 12 or so, in communal apartment with five different families and the same kitchen, in two little - my brother and me and my parents. It was hell, but it was a common thing. My father was not general or admiral, but he was colonel. He was teaching in military academy military topography.