Hmmm... what is fun. It's all relative, right? Halloween is around the corner, and last Friday (the 13th) my younger sister wanted us all to go to a haunted house. Thirty-five dollars is how much it costs per person to get frightened, grossed out, and potentially traumatized. I passed. I think they should have to pay me. Another sister loves camping and, while I love nature, it's not the same as when I was a little kid.