Halloween trick helps sisters stick

By Angela Hernandez

Editor in Chief

Growing up with two sisters hasn’t always been easy, but I can’t say it was ever boring.11822357-921237851277492-3766204682217956781-n

From early on my parents reminded Amber, myself and Amy that we should always love each other.

Although my parents did their best to try to get us to get along, sometimes things went array.

For starters, we are all girls. This is both a curse and a blessing because when it comes to clothes, makeup and accessories we can share when we want to, but most of the time we preferred not to.

There are only three of us. When we did have to share we had to master the idea of fractions and thirds quickly. It also limited us on spending time together because one of us was always left out.

We are all born two years apart, so while one of us is entering a new point in adulthood another one has already mastered this growing pain.

Halloween and our love of the spooky holiday is the one thing we could all agree on. Amber, the oldest, enjoyed the social aspects of the holiday such as parties and fun with friends and family. I liked the horror films and the costumes, and Amy – well, she was only in it for the candy.

Each year we couldn’t wait to go trick-or-treating around our neighborhood with our parents. Normally, our parents tried to get my sister and I in matching or correlating costumes. I’m assuming it was for their amusement or they thought it was cute.

One year when I was 8, our parents finally let us pick our own costumes. I was a genie, Amber was a zombie bride and Amy was a penguin.

Before the festivities could begin, my mom had to give us the Halloween safety talk I’m sure most of us had to listen to.

“Don’t wander away from your father and I. Don’t go to a house that doesn’t have any decorations or a porch light on. Let me check your candy before you eat it and no matter what stay with your sisters,” she said as she helped us get into our costume.

Candy filled our bags as we walked from house to house. We talked amongst each other about what had scared us, which candy we were going to trade once we got home when our dad called out, “ ‘Girls! After this last house, we are going home.’ ” (Halloween was on a school night this particular year)

“ ‘Y’all can get the candy without us,’ ” he added. “ ‘But stick together.’ ”

Fog covered the lawn and hid our feet from plain sight. The house wasn’t as well-lit and decorated as the other houses we had visited earlier in the night, but we determined to make sure the last house of the night wouldn’t be a bust. We reached out to hold one another’s hands and continued on to the house.

Snow White sat in the center of the driveway at a table with one bowl of candy. She beckoned to my sisters and I, telling us how cute we looked and that she had lots of candy.

Leading the way was Amber, the brave and bold oldest child. Then all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand went limp and let go of mine. She let out a shriek, ran down the driveway and out of my line of vision.

Quickly, my eyes darted around to find out what had frightened my sister. Creeping through the bushes that lined the drive were two scary clowns walking toward Amy and I.

I have never been a fan of clowns; neither are my sisters. So, like any younger sibling I followed suit and took off down the block after Amber. Breaking my parents’ rules, I left Amy, the baby and coddled one behind.

Parents always know their kids better than kids know themselves. My parents had stayed closely behind us and saw everything. They scooped up Amy, collected candy from Snow White, shared a laugh with the clowns and went on their way to find Amber and myself.

Mom and Dad finally caught up to us. Our parents scolded us for breaking their rule about looking after one another and not leaving each other behind. Then we shared a laugh about what had just happened.

While this is one of our favorite Halloween memories we can share as a family it taught my sisters and I an important lesson; to never leave one another behind. Throughout our lives there are going to be “scary clowns” we will have to conquer, but as long as we stick together no one will be left scared and standing alone.

 

E-mail Hernandez at amherna5@student.uiwtx.edu

 

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