Halloween’s a-brewing. The day when guys can dress up as mutilated, killer superheroes and girls can dress as tramps.
My best costume: jilted bride. Wedding dress circa 1974, black army boots, black bottle of champagne and Clove cigarettes. Oh, and a noose my dad made for me (one of the knots he learned from Boy Scouts…no comment). Worst costume: some blown up balloon Martian hat that my mother dressed me, my sister and brother in meant solely for her enjoyment and our humiliation. I remember that the face paint alone was shellacked onto our skin.
Halloween has changed so much over the years. When I was little, we started as soon as we got off the bus and stayed out until well past our bedtimes. There was none of these cute little pumpkin buckets to hold our candy in, hell no. We used pillowcases, and if you were really on the ball, you brought two cases with you. There wasn’t a set window of 2 hours to trick or treat, and the police sure as heck didn’t have to make an appearance either. You froze your butt off for hours only to go home and have to hand over your treasure to your mother and father so they could pick out what THEY wanted. That was normal right?
I miss the Halloween of my childhood and it pains me that my kids can only catch a glimpse of how exciting the day really was. Of course they have parties and parades in school, but now we have to bring healthy snacks for treats. There may be a lot of screaming and cackling on Halloween, but none of it is about health! I guess that’s the trick; well played room moms.
And here’s my treat for you: there are 10.5 weeks until Christmas. BOO!
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