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My Hoped For Hallowed Eve of Bliss
There’s not one Halloween I count as dear although I loved those childhood times. If I think back to long ago and then go by the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . . One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of my yearning for those boys I fantasized about and all the ways that I devised to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love! His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope, I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see that he and I were simply meant to be. Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope! This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush on Ricky. To the same church they both went. She asked me to a Halloween event her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . . For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed in something pretty. Oh, this had to be the night that cutie pie would notice me at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed! I had great fun with each and every game, a haunted house, great chili that we ate. I wondered how much longer I must wait. But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came. Alas, so many times it came to this: My dreams of love would sadly come to naught, but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss. For Paula Swanson's "Halloween of Years Past" Contest
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