Epiphany

 A few nights ago it was Halloween and I thought I'd be excited. Just finally hanging out with friends and dressing up in anything we had or bought. It was awesome for a group of ten, even though some of them didn't dress up at all. When it was time to go out those jitters of excitement that I usually felt when I was a child were absent. Confusion struck at me with a hammer, askimg me, "wha'ts going on?" How could I answer?

 As we made it past a few houses I knew I had to cheer myself up after being unable to comprehend the situation, so  I started to raise my voice while cracking stupid jokes and singing out of key. I even grabbed a friend to be my 'partner in crime' as we took the streets. Even though I felt on top of the world the thought of that nonexistent joy still irked me in a way that I began to feel like a fool. "Why?" I began to wonder. "Why? Why? Why?" As to what 'why' pretained to, I began to forget  but I knew I needed to use some sort of repetition to distract myself as the night continued.

 Our time together was nearing it's closing and I was alone with my three best friends or "The Originals" as we called ourselves. When my friend brought up the subject of next year's Halloween an awkwardness hit me and I began to think of negative outcomes of that future night.  So I suggested to just have a party and we began to discuss. And throughout that discussion I realized why I felt the way I felt. I finally grew up. Even thought I hate to admit this maturity there was no doubt in my mind that the child I grew up to be turned into a yound adult.