When I was young, I always wanted to carve the baddest, most impressive jack-o-lantern on the block. But I never did.
Every year at my neighbors annual pumpkin carving block party, I spent about 25 minutes attempting to carve a pumpkin and about 2 hours sulking in the darkest cobwebbed corner of the room contemplating my pumpkin carving failure.
Needless to say, I hated pumpkin carving. I hated everything about it, especially...
trying to tape a flat, paper jack-o-lantern stencil onto a not so flat, sometimes slimy pumpkin
spending what felt like an eternity, poking tiny holes through a paper stencil which, without failure, would render itself useless after tearing or ripping
failing to carve an image that would, even remotely, resemble the image depicted on the orignal paper stencil