Missing Halloween...Already

For the last two years, I've had more fun on October 31st than on any other day during the year. Not because of my 16 year old daughter or the neighborhood kids, though. Something about costumed anonymity lets us adults come out of our behavior-restricting shells. Last year, I had a ball in my alien costume. This year, I was a tottering old man. So long as my face is covered in a mask, a whole 'nother me can come out and play. I hunch over, growl a little, exaggerate my gestures and...act! No wonder so many people want to be actors. It's terrifically freeing. Just so long as others can't see my face, I eagerly slip into a playful fantasy life. Couldn't we set aside the last day of every month as adult play time?