I never liked wearing those plasticky masks, but I still love the smell of them. There's something about a cool, rainy afternoon in autumn that reminds me of those days when Mom would let me "try on" (i.e. wear for hours) my Halloween costume, with stern warnings not to rip it because I sure as hell wasn't getting another one until next year. That was back when you could get a Halloween costume in a box for $5, and it didn't matter if everyone else in the neighborhood had the same one, too.