Scenes from my Real Life:
Oct. 19th, 2013 03:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonRode the bus to work this afternoon. The #123 to Decatur Station for the first leg of the trip. Besides myself, there was a young mother being flirted with by the driver under the pretense of directions and her three kids. Two little boys and a preteen daughter. Preteen daughter was absorbed in her phone, but the two little boys gazed out the window in naked awe. They marveled with gasps at each hanging ghost, spider web drenched tombstone, plastic skeleton, pneumatic Frankenstein monster, cardboard vampire and wire floated witch. They ran with excitement along the bus's cab, yelling for each other to - "Check this out" and reply with an equally assertive - "No check this out!"
Eventually their antics annoyed the sister, who cried to the mother, who pried her attention from Romeo the Bus Driver's antics to holler at the boys to take a seat before she had to do something they'd all regret. The boys dropped into the nearest seats as told but were unable to take their eyes off the life sized hockey mask wearing maniac stationed on a well manicured lawn.
I couldn't help but steal a glance myself and quickly found that I was a little boy riding back from a day at Montessori, the last kid on the route, and head pressed to window watched the flaming skulls, hissing black cats and other monsters that hung in the passing windows.
This is what I love about Halloween, seeing your own distant wonder at the spectacle macabre reflected in the children chance has set around you.
Eventually their antics annoyed the sister, who cried to the mother, who pried her attention from Romeo the Bus Driver's antics to holler at the boys to take a seat before she had to do something they'd all regret. The boys dropped into the nearest seats as told but were unable to take their eyes off the life sized hockey mask wearing maniac stationed on a well manicured lawn.
I couldn't help but steal a glance myself and quickly found that I was a little boy riding back from a day at Montessori, the last kid on the route, and head pressed to window watched the flaming skulls, hissing black cats and other monsters that hung in the passing windows.
This is what I love about Halloween, seeing your own distant wonder at the spectacle macabre reflected in the children chance has set around you.