Happy Halloween

When I was in elementary school, my Parents okayed a Halloween Party. I got to invite my whole 2nd grade class. My whole family got into the act. My sister was a fortune teller at a little table, telling fortunes with information I supplied to her previously. The house was dark and spooky. I still remember what most of the kids wore, it is so deeply imprinted in my memory. I was wearing my Thunderbird costume for the 3rd or 4th year in a row. We bought it at Fred Meyer and it was mostly a plastic purple sheet and one of those masks with tiny eye holes and nothing to breathe through. The best part, and the part that people still remember, was the haunted house. My parents and other siblings put it together, and I didn't get to be a part of "the making of" at all. The ingenious part was, to enter the haunted house, you had to be blindfolded. You had a scary guide to help you, but you had to feel your way through. First there was a creaky drawbridge to walk over, then you had to feel the guts and eyeballs of somebody. I can only assume this was bowls of (doubtless) martini olives and cold spaghetti, but no one has ever confirmed this. I just remember being completely drawn in. They made it seem like we had entered a different world and not just gone down into our basement/rec room/storage facility/office/spider den. (Not the bomb shelter, the other basement. I can't explain this phenomenon, you'll just have to read past posts.) Actually, the place would have been scary without the blindfold, but I digress. The spell was cast and I was just as "spooked" as the other guests. I remember feeling really proud that my family produced such a great party and now as I'm remembering it, I'm impressed that all of my siblings gave up their Halloween to put together my party. Shucks folks, I'm speechless.