Halloween Persuasive Speech

Being a person who becomes attached to the smallest objects was never a good thing, could you imagine what it would be like to lose a loved one. On May 2, 2014 I woke up to the news of my Popa passing away. Ironically, we all knew it was coming but it still shocked everyone like a punch to the face. In a sense it was exactly that and nobody could really recover from it. Even to this day I could never explain to you just what exactly I felt that morning. It was not anguish like my mother, or heartache like my brother. Could anybody imagine a twelve year old girl sitting with her mourning family and not shed a tear. The second the words were uttered there was not one single feeling in my body worth describing and yet all of them came crashing
With that being said, a child living in Australia and loving Halloween was not a good combination. Imagine a four year old girl dressed in her black and purple frayed witch costume she picked out herself, excited beyond words to go trick-or-treating even when the sun was still up, sitting on her living room floor watching Pooh’s Heffalump Movie waiting to run out the door. As a child, your imagination is still incredibly extravagant and incredibly real, so as any normal child would think, I could not wait to see all the monsters run around and decorations piling on top of houses ready to topple over from the excess amount of
Realization struck so hard It might of well yelled BOO! And slapped a pie in my face. Around me were plain, bland houses not a single pumpkin in sight, no kids shrieking and going up to neighbor’s doors demanding candy, no cold fall nights like in the states. This was Australia and they did not really celebrate Halloween back then.
Of course, the very stubborn and enthusiastic child of the very ghoulish holiday that I was marched up and down our streets trick-or-treating with my mom. I was filled with excitement every time a child in a costume walked by, especially my best friend Shelly. She was a ghost and definitely no amatuer, with her plain white sheet with holes cut through as eyes. The great Halloween of 2005 will always be a favorite of mine. Ten years after that memorable Halloween and one year after my Popa passed away, I celebrated my fourteenth birthday in Australia. The morning of my birthday I could not contain my excitement as my family loaded up in the car, uncles and cousins included, and drove forty-five minutes to the next town over just for a hotdog. While some might think this is an odd request, this is exactly what I wanted for my birthday. After savoring every mouth watering bite of a Wendy’s hotdog and enjoying a scoop of their glorious rainbow ice cream, everybody was ready to start