This holiday always reminds me of how square I am. There was a time when this made me feel sad, like in 1990 when I expressed reluctance to push on with trick-or-treating on a cold pre climate-crisis night and my friends told me to live a little, I mean they actually used that phrase, we were nine and they said: live a little, Jean! and I was like, huh. I had just recently moved to the neighborhood, and changed elementary schools, and of course their exhortations — learned, I presume, from some mom telling one of her friends to have a second glass of wine on a school night — sent me into a panic that I would be rejected by my new under-10 pals for failing to live.
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