Halloween Informative Speech

I never fully understood the concept of life and death. As a child, my parents always told me stories of our ancestors who had passed on, and when my Nana on my mom's side passed, they began telling me more and more about death. I found death to be an interesting topic. The fact that our human bodies can only live for so long before they give out. I found death interesting and I found it to be a factor in a lot of my dreams.

"It'll wear off, son." Was almost always my dad's answer. He would pat me on the back and send me on my way, back to bed so I would hopefully leave him alone for the night.

That's also why I cherished Halloween so much. The idea of chasing away the monsters that hid under your bed simply by dressing as something you were not. As a kid, I always saw the candy as a bonus to scaring away my fears, while allowing new ones to form. The monster who lived under my bed soon made its way out from under my box spring and weaseled its way into my head.

"Andrew! Come on, baby! We gotta go before it gets dark out." My mothers voice called, a tinge of annoyance added to it.

"It's Halloween, mom. Where is your holiday spirit? We should be getting dressed up and begging for candy. Well, I should be. You should be giving it out. Come on, mom.
Pulling away from the curb was the hardest part, my ears ringing as we drove past the neighbors house. I picked at my nails as the memories of me and my brother playing in the backyard played in my head like a broken record, each memory repeating time and time again until a new one took its place. No one talked about my brother anymore. Ollie. He had moved on and so had my parents. Myself, not so much. Things had gotten bad once he left. It was like he was the glue that held everyone together, by annoying the shit out of us. He slammed the door shut behind him when he left, and never showed again. Gone with the wind. When he left, as did my