I Choose Darkness

by Jenny Lawson

most of us had to make our own costumes out of what we had in the house, which is why so many of us were dressed as hobos. It’s easy now to look back and see how incredibly insensitive it was to dress masses of children up as homeless people for fun, but at the time we were all too busy worrying about the hordes of satanists roaming neighborhoods looking for children and black cats to sacrifice, which was an actual issue that every single child was warned about in America. Looking back now, it seems strange that I spent so much of my childhood on alert for roving satanists and unmarked quicksand, neither of which ended up being nearly as much of a problem in my real life as I had been led to believe.