Long ago, it was beautiful to me. All the things that bring the joy in children were special to me and also for my little friends. I do not know what to say about them because our friendship was ruined in the moment we were old enough to not be able to like the little things and actions around us.

Our favourite moment of the year was the cellebration of Halloween. It was something different about this holliday. The whole night we stayed together, eated together, knoked together at doors for sweets,we were doing what it united us, together. 

  We did not really believe that the costumes we weared were obscure. It was only making us kids so we would not care as long as we were playing a game for the prize.

Such an innocent prize yet important, the beauty of our positive feelings from receiving some pieces of flavoured sugar.

Now I am not a child anymore. In every moment I look at the costumes I see different things. Long ago it was something fun and charming, now is fear. The fear that the current person is not myself. I see the ghost just like me, scared that someone will discover her identity in every moment, so she remains hidden for the rest of her life.