First Halloween Memory

[charliesmum]

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

Comments

[finmagik.livejournal.com]

I remember running around the basement with my cousin. I was dressed as bee or a butterfly, I think it was a bee. I was to young to trick-or-treat. but I remember the running around

[erinlin.livejournal.com]

The first year I remember was in kindergarden, when I dressed up as the little mermaid. It was cold that year, so I had to put my winter coat over it and unzip at every house.

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!

[crossbow1.livejournal.com]

Mine is of my mom drawing whiskers on me because I was a lion. I already had a mane, so she made little loops in my hair for ears.

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."

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

First grade. My mom made me a Pocahantas outfit complete with featherband and braided my hair. Back in those days we got a lot of homeade trats and it was okay toi eat them :(

[sing1118.livejournal.com]

I had a mummy thing happen, too, but it was a witch instead, wearing a big rubber mask, and Quite Scary. My earliest Halloween, I was a fairy princess, because that's what five-year-old girls do, wearing my pale green lacy dress that I'd worn as the flower girl for my aunt's wedding a few months earlier. I remember being a little upset that my mom made me wear a turtleneck under it, but I got over that pretty quickly- it had short puff sleeves, and they were lace only. It was a Grown-Up Dress, because it was floor length, rather than a puffball that hits below the knees. Of course, that meant it got stained and ruined on Halloween, but I still have it. The satin has faded to ecru, but the lace overlay is still green.

"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg

[king-duncan.livejournal.com]

I vaguely remember dressing as Superman (in one of the crappy plastic costumes) when I was in Kindergarten.
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!

[snarkypants.livejournal.com]

I was 4 or 5. I remember eating a couple 3 Musketeers bars and then vomiting all night. It was a stomach virus, but I can't touch 3 Musketeers or Milky Way bars to this day.

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.

[snarkypants.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlanime.livejournal.com]

My earliest memory is of trick-or-treating with a crowd of neighbourhood children (I can still name most of them!) in the snow, and we were all dressed as ghosts, because that was the easiest thing to fit over our snowsuits.