Well, as many of my friends know, I don't do Halloween. My parents didn't like the idea of having the five of us dressing up to participate in the most Satanic day of the year (not dissing I promise, just explaining why I don't do it). Anyways, a few years back my church started this thing called Harvest fest so I'll describe that.
Busts of laughter ring through the air as I perch on my stand. "Okay, it's all clear. Ready? Set? GO!" I shout to the 3 feet tall children beside me. As Superman races the Incredible Hulk through the huge inflatable obstacle course, I catch glimpses of their red and green costumes. Next in line, Cinderella is anxiously awaiting her turn, although she doesn't appear to be more than three years old. Shyly, she bats her eyes at the adults while she waits for the green light. Her smile melts my heart like marshmellows in hot chocolate. As I once again give the signal to the kiddies to race, I inhale deeply. The scent of hot dogs, hay, and bonfires penetrate my nostrils and again I am reminded of the amazingness of fall. Protecting me from the freezing temperatures I have on 3 shirts, a sweatshirt, leggings, blue jeans, and an amazing UK sock cap. With the wind nipping at my cheeks, I look around at the smiling faces and realize that this is the greatest place to be on Halloween: serving the community and spreading the Good News :)
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