By Denton Josey, Page Editor

Girls pretty much always have a way of making life interesting, so it shouldn’t surprise me that one was responsible for my most recent epiphany- especially because she was a princess.

So Tuesday night, my roommates and I were finishing dinner and delaying the start of our homework when we realized we weren’t ready. Trick-or-treaters would be coming soon and we had no candy. We didn’t even have a porch light.

I figured no one would come because our porch light was out, the universal sign that candy is not offered there. But here in Abilene there are some stalwart kids. There was humble little knock at the door and we all ran out of the room, except McKade, so he had to answer the door. Justin and I peeked around the corner and as the door opened, there stood a beautiful little princess. We panicked.

McKade started to apologize and I started to cringe at the thought of turning away a little princess (c’mon, princesses have a hard enough time, living trapped in castle towers, waiting to be rescued and whatnot; they deserve a decent Halloween) when Justin yelled from the fridge, “Wait!”

Justin pulled out and threw to McKade what had to be a month-old lime. And the princess stood watching. By now I felt like we were giving Charlie Brown rocks or something, so I hollered for McKade not to give it to her. Meanwhile, the princess retreated as we apologized.

After that fiasco we decided to remedy the situation. Off to United I went for candy and light bulbs. Within 20 minutes the light was shining nearly as bright as the Tower of Light; it was almost as enticing to kids as the theme to Spongebob Squarepants.

We didn’t get too many kids the rest of the night, maybe 10. Sadly, I had to eat the rest of the candy. But as Justin and I delicately dropped the candy in all the bags our visitors brought, we noticed something: we are grown-ups.

We probably should have seen it before: there we were in a house, with a dog, passing out candy to kids on Halloween and commenting on how cool the costumes were. Maybe we’re not completely adults yet, but sometimes it feels like it. I know I felt like one today when all the bills left my wallet as empty as the candy bags are now. It seems like as an adult there is a lot more expected of you, a lot more giving, but maybe that isn’t so bad.

I did my time as a kid and mostly wanted to get older, so now that I’m on the brink of adulthood and I have a picture of what happens as I get even older, I’m thinking I’ll slow it down and enjoy where I am right now. Even if it means I have to be a little grown up sometimes.