First Halloween Memory
Nov. 1st, 2007 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What is your earliest Halloween Memory, Flist?*
My first really vivid one is trick-or-treating with my new dad. I was, four years old, and we'd moved to Landsdowne, where my dad lived. He was excited, my mom told me later, because he loved the idea of being able to peak into all the neighbor's homes! I also think he was pleased to have a child to squire around, which just goes to show what a great step-dad I'd gotten.
I was a witch, but I wouldn't wear the mask. Horrible papery thing that they've since condemed as Dangerous For Children. I never liked masks. I also never liked the costumes that were basically a pantsuit and a mask, and just said who you were on the shirt. I wanted to Get Into Character.
Anyway, there was one house I remember quite distinctly. I remember walking up the long walkway to the porch where there was a figure dressed as a mummy. It wasn't fake. It was the homeowner who leapt up and shouted as I got to the door, causing me to scream and run away and my dad had to go up and get me the candy, as there was NO WAY I was doing that again.
So, what's your memory?
*Assuming you live in a part of the world that celebrates it
My first really vivid one is trick-or-treating with my new dad. I was, four years old, and we'd moved to Landsdowne, where my dad lived. He was excited, my mom told me later, because he loved the idea of being able to peak into all the neighbor's homes! I also think he was pleased to have a child to squire around, which just goes to show what a great step-dad I'd gotten.
I was a witch, but I wouldn't wear the mask. Horrible papery thing that they've since condemed as Dangerous For Children. I never liked masks. I also never liked the costumes that were basically a pantsuit and a mask, and just said who you were on the shirt. I wanted to Get Into Character.
Anyway, there was one house I remember quite distinctly. I remember walking up the long walkway to the porch where there was a figure dressed as a mummy. It wasn't fake. It was the homeowner who leapt up and shouted as I got to the door, causing me to scream and run away and my dad had to go up and get me the candy, as there was NO WAY I was doing that again.
So, what's your memory?
*Assuming you live in a part of the world that celebrates it
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on 2007-11-01 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-01 01:41 pm (UTC)One person in my nighbourhood did the whole "dress as a scarcrow and scream at the kids" one year. Scared the pants off me and my friends. Every year after that we carred a stick with us, and if we saw a scarcrow on someone's porch, we cracked in across the knees. Never caught a live one, but it would have served them right!
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on 2007-11-01 01:57 pm (UTC)The earliest PICTURE of me on Halloween is better. I'm three. I'm wearing a towel like a sarong and I have a shower cap on and "soap on a rope" around my neck. My parents had dressed me up as a "bathing beauty."
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on 2007-11-01 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-01 02:32 pm (UTC)"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg
on 2007-11-01 02:34 pm (UTC)However, a couple years later my mom dressed me and my little brother as Peter Pan and Captain Hook- we were adorable, and my brother won a neighborhood costume contest (held on the baseball diamond of our elementary school), and I thought it was terribly unfair that THE BAD GUY won. In retrospect, his costume was pretty neato, but I was PETER PAN!
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on 2007-11-01 02:40 pm (UTC)We were at my grandparents' house, and my mom put me to sleep in my (away at college) Uncle Bruce's bed, and I just knew that I felt better the next day because of my favorite uncle's good mojo.
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on 2007-11-01 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-01 05:31 pm (UTC)