First Halloween Memory
Nov. 1st, 2007 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumWhat 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