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My most memorable Halloween was when my parents were trying to light a fire and did not correctly open the floo. There was smoke everywhere. We had to open the double doors and leave them open with smoke wifting out. People thought it was an act!
When I was between the ages of 3 and 6, I had a grown up lady friend who lived right behind our house. We would have tea parties, work in her garden, and things like that. One halloween I was very excited because I had a really cool cardboard monster box that went over my head, and I was sure my friend would never recognize me. She did, and even if she hadn't recognized my voice or my posture and clothes, she certainly recognized the fake pearl necklace she had given me some months earlier.
When my son was two-and-a-half, I dressed him as a little hobo. Thinking I had done a good job on making up his face with little
"smudges," I placed him in front of the mirror to see my creative work. He immediately started to cry! However, when I put a little cape on Chubs, our Boston Terrier and told my son his little buddy could come along, the tears turned to a smile.
I have to say that the dog--who would eat anything and everything--caught on much more quickly to the concept than the child. With her bugged, crazed eyes and drooling tongue while she was standing on her hind legs, cape billowing in the wind, Chubs had the look of a little gargoyle ready to fly off a gothic ledge. Friends asked, "Should we just give the candy to the dog?" as my son seemed less than enthusiastic about holding out his bag.
Oh, one my co-workers complimented me the next day on the great makeup I had put on the dog's face, and asked, "How did you get its eyes to look so bizarre?"
As a college student at the University of Florida in the 1970s, one of the most anticipated events was the annual Halloween Ball. Thousands of students and local residents dressed in costumes--many of which were highly erotic and wildly imaginative--and roamed the Plaza of the Americas for hours, imbibing in alcoholic beverages and other not-so-legal substances. A costume contest was held and major rock bands were booked for the event (Jimmy Bufffett, Savoy Brown and, later, The Plasmatics were just a few of the entertainers). It was decadence at its highest level, and I usually had many friends come to Gainesville from around Florida to attend; it was the kind of event that once attended was not to be missed. Sadly, the event was downgraded and eventually eliminated by school officials who believed it provided the wrong kind of attention for a university setting. (Apparently, one high ranking administrator witnessed an incident of public group sex and made it his goal to cancel the much loved Halloween Ball.)
I think that as Halloweens go, I would never forget my first experience going. I had a pillowcase and seeing all the candy fill up the pillowcase was one of the most pure expressions of unadulterated joys of childhood. I remember simply experiencing a joy of being in the world at the sight of gaining more candy and seeing this tattered pillowcase fill up. I kept wanting to go to more homes and gain more candy. Invariably, the candy ended up filling the pillowcase to the brim. Without being fully vigilant, the pillowcase began to give way and then eventually, all the candy fell out as its stitching gave way. I remember the dismay at watching all of my candy fall to the ground and watching other kids converge on it. I tried to gain what I could in the splattered remains of a pillowcase. There were life lessons there, I suppose. Yet, the only thing I can remember is the hollowness at seeing all of what had given me joy wind up in others' hands and being denied from being in mine.
I have several memorable Halloweens, but probably the most memorable would be the one when I was in tenth grade. Some of my friends and I decided that we were going to go trick-or-treating. A few of my friends had major crushes on some of the members of the boys varsity soccer team. We knew that the whole team would be trick-or-treating in a development by my house, so that is where we went. We wound up singing Christmas carols with Halloween words and had an absolute blast. Now, over 25 years later, we still all remember that Halloween and the words we made up to our favorite "Halloween Carol"
"We wish you a Happy Halloween,
We wish you a Happy Halloween,
We wish you a Happy Halloween,
and no shaving cream!"
By the time we were done, we had about 10 different versses and our group of 5 had grown to about 25. The next Monday in school, several of the boys on the varsity soccer team commented to my friends taht they had enjoyed the singing.
dis year because my moms going halloween tricker treating with us
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