My earliest memory of Halloween is the Pierrot costume my aunt made me when I was about four years old.
My aunt always used to buy me expensive souvenirs when she travelled, and one of them was a French porcelain Pierrot doll, which I was forbidden to touch. But sometimes, when she wasn't home, my mother would take it down from the top of the dresser and let me cradle it in my arms. Its outfit was black satin, and it had a single silver tear painted on its cheek.
My aunt would always design and sew these super elaborate costumes that would go on over my snowsuits (Canada, remember). That year, I had a black-and-silver snowsuit, so she made me a Pierrot costume out of a black satin-like material with white and silver trim. My mum painted a fat silver tear on my cheek, just like my doll. I was very pleased with myself.
My worst Halloween memory is Grade Four. I had another elaborate costume that my aunt had made (a witch), which I wanted to wear to school, but my aunt didn't want it to get ruined or lost. Finally, to put a stop to my whining, my mother told me I could take it, but she said that if I lost or damaged any part of the outfit, I would have to stay home from trick-or-treating and hand out candy. Well, you can probably guess how that turned out: I forgot my cape, and by the time I ran back to school to get it, the teachers had left and the school was locked up.
My best Halloween memory is from the year I dressed as a Jedi. J. and I went to a costume party, and we had a ride there but took the bus back. It wasn't until we were on the bus that we realized neither of us had brought bus fare. So I turned to the driver and I did the Obi-Wan Kenobi hand wave, and I said, "We don't need to pay the fare." He must have been a Star Wars fan, because he smiled and repeated, "You don't need to pay the fare," and let us on the bus for free.
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My aunt always used to buy me expensive souvenirs when she travelled, and one of them was a French porcelain Pierrot doll, which I was forbidden to touch. But sometimes, when she wasn't home, my mother would take it down from the top of the dresser and let me cradle it in my arms. Its outfit was black satin, and it had a single silver tear painted on its cheek.
My aunt would always design and sew these super elaborate costumes that would go on over my snowsuits (Canada, remember). That year, I had a black-and-silver snowsuit, so she made me a Pierrot costume out of a black satin-like material with white and silver trim. My mum painted a fat silver tear on my cheek, just like my doll. I was very pleased with myself.
My worst Halloween memory is Grade Four. I had another elaborate costume that my aunt had made (a witch), which I wanted to wear to school, but my aunt didn't want it to get ruined or lost. Finally, to put a stop to my whining, my mother told me I could take it, but she said that if I lost or damaged any part of the outfit, I would have to stay home from trick-or-treating and hand out candy. Well, you can probably guess how that turned out: I forgot my cape, and by the time I ran back to school to get it, the teachers had left and the school was locked up.
My best Halloween memory is from the year I dressed as a Jedi. J. and I went to a costume party, and we had a ride there but took the bus back. It wasn't until we were on the bus that we realized neither of us had brought bus fare. So I turned to the driver and I did the Obi-Wan Kenobi hand wave, and I said, "We don't need to pay the fare." He must have been a Star Wars fan, because he smiled and repeated, "You don't need to pay the fare," and let us on the bus for free.