Differing Perspectives

When I was a kid, the draw of Halloween was to go around to all these houses, and get as much candy as I could. The funny thing is that I did not even end up eating all that much of my candy. I remember one year I got 10 pounds, and I think my dad was still eating it by the time next Halloween had rolled around, but I had stopped many many months before. I love planning for a costume too, and considering being something or someone else, just stepping into their shoes, but the focus of Halloween never seemed to focus much on who you were actually being, and rather that you were just looking like someone else. I think in some ways I wanted to step onto a movie set and act the role of that person, though without someone yelling cut, or following a script.

I think my favorite part of going out with my nieces tonight was walking down my own street, and meeting some of my neighbors. I was dumfounded to learn that there are two deaf men who life basically across the street from me. I was so excited to talk to them, I could barely sign. I felt so out of practice, and I couldn't remember how to say anything, but I still got the point across, and told them that we lived very close, and tried to point it out, and then described it by color. It was funny because walking away, my sister said she didn't know I knew so much sign. I had felt like I had really not done that well, that I had forgotten so much, and like I really didn't even say that much. I really want to go back and to take them cookies, just to stop by and have an excuse to make friends with them. I love my sign language, and I love using it. When people want to speak to me in Spanish, I will if I have no other option. No other language do I even try to speak that I vaguely know (though perhaps I would use a bit of German if I had occasion), but oh whenever I find a deaf person, I love to sign with them. I want to make friends with that person so I can sign with them forever.