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I don't go out for Halloween anymore. It's not because I feel I'm too old, but rather my goddess (or someone up there XD) doesn't want me to. I figured this out when I was sixteen and I went out with my dad (my mother is totally paranoid about my going out alone). I went up some concrete stairs, got my candy, and turned around. One second, I was standing on the porch looking at my father, who was waiting on the street for me. The next, I was on the ground with a horrendous pain in my left leg.

I was wearing an ankle-length black skirt as part of my costume, as well as a pair of sensible, one-inch heel school shoes, and everyone thinks I just tripped. I swear I didn't, though. I don't even remember falling. It was really strange. I'm always careful about going down stairs, holding onto the rail and watching my feet. But that time... *shakes head* it was bang, and I was on the ground, crying, while the woman at the door and my father both ran over to me.

I definitely remember the pain, however - I nearly broke my leg. I ended up with this enormous bump on my leg, just below my knee, that was bigger than the size of an egg. It was all black and blue and swollen, and I couldn't walk without pain for over a week. It was over six months before I could kneel without wincing, and even now, two years later, I can still feel a little chip in the bone where the bruise was.

So, yes. I got the message the year. I now spend my Halloweens stealing candy from the trick-or-treaters bowl and hiding out on Gaia. XD