Halloween is a time when kids can dress up and pretend to be anyone or anything they want to be. I'm sure this weekend we will see little goblins and ghouls walking the streets of Marquette going door-to-door searching for candy.
Growing up, Halloween was always a time that I could sit down and let my imagination run wild. I could transform myself into a doctor, a witch, or even a ninja. Whatever I could think of, my imagination was the limit.
But instead of looking through the aisles at Walmart for an outfit, we went straight to Goodwill. My mom always made my costumes, not because costumes were too expensive, it was because that's how her mom did it and she wanted to carry on the tradition.
Halloween in the Upper Peninsula was always tricky. Most of the time it was snowing as my brother and I went around looking for Kit-Kats and Snickers bars.
Our trick-or-treating looked more like caroling through the streets. It was a huge costume party with candy involved.
When my mom was growing up, her mother made her wear a coat. She always hated it because the jacket covered up her costume and no one could tell what she was.
So when she made my costume she always made sure it was a warm one. One year I was a furry mouse. Then the next I was a stuffed pink dinosaur. My first Halloween, I was a white bunny.
I believe it was my fourth-grade year when I wanted to be a cordless phone. Don't ask me why, I just thought it was a neat idea.
So my dad went out and found an old refrigerator box and my mother covered it in black felt. She made giant numbers out of white fabric and put AT&T's logo on the front.
I wore a long black turtleneck underneath and black pants. Unfortunately, most of the people thought I was a remote control for a television.
My brother and I never had any idea that our costumes were built for warmth. We just thought we looked cool! Funny how moms have ways of taking care of their kids, without them ever noticing.
But along with our homemade costumes we always had a few rules to follow: Mind your mom, check your candy, but most of all have fun.
What we have here in Marquette is special. It's still a safe area in the United States to trick-or-trick. This year, I think it's important that we all are reminded about how great our town really is.
And even though Iron Mountain was and still is a safe place to trick-or-treat, my parents still had to be smart. They followed my brother and me as we went door-to-door and they always made sure our candy wasn't already opened before we ate it.
So this year as everyone enjoys their caramel covered apples and lights up their jack-o'-lanterns, try to stay warm and remember to be safe. But most of all, have a happy Halloween.
Editor's note: Chelsey Roath is a student at Northern Michigan University. Her weekly column on college life in Marquette runs on Sundays. Her e-mail is email@example.com.