I don’t have just one favorite Halloween memory. I must say, I enjoy Halloween much more these days than I did when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. When I was very young, someone else usually figured-out how to make my costume, and I never went to many parties. But these days it’s different, and in early spring I like to start thinking about perspective costume ideas for the upcoming October.
When I was about four-years-old, I was entirely captivated by horses and cowgirls. My parents took pity on me, and found me a little, blue, felt, cowgirl hat and a checkered outfit to wear with it. I need to admit that I really don’t remember any of this at all, but if I did remember it, I’m sure I would look back on it very fondly.
I don’t remember many great costumes from my early childhood, but I mostly remember the costumes my brothers wore, because I thought my brothers and their costumes were the height of cool. One year my brother Phil dressed as an alien, with a really scary plastic alien mask (which deeply bothered me, and still sort of does), and another year he dressed as a convict. Tom will be eternally famous for the Halloween he dressed as a bundle of grapes. He wore all green, and then duct-taped tons of green balloons onto his clothes. Another year, Tom dressed as a mummy and so I did also. We wrapped toilet paper and cheese cloth around each of us until we looked thoroughly mummified.
For the last few years, I haven’t gone trick-or-treating in my own neighborhood, but I’ve attended parties at friend’s houses. One especially vivid memory of mine was made on a Wednesday in 2007, which was Halloween night. My friends and I were walking around a very dark, very quiet neighborhood once darkness had completely fallen. It was very cold outside, but everyone was so excited that it didn’t bother us. That night, the stars were especially spectacular; gleaming and twinkling. I decided to lay-down in the middle of the street so as to get a better view of the stars, and everyone followed. I remember being very happy, with my buddies, and the stars on that Halloween.
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Nice story.
ReplyDeleteThe thing about your stories, Christy, is that I can always hear your voice in my head reading it. :)