Fondest Halloween Memories

Amongst the cavity inducing sweets, heart murmur activating frights from older kids, and stingy offerings from neighbors who deserved to have their housed egged for a month straight, there are a few memories of Halloween that I cherish most form my childhood.

Homemade costumes were the best. It's not because they saved valuable money that your parents could then put toward extra candy for you and your siblings, but because there was usually a high chance of confusion linked to the final results.

Nobodies homemade costume ever turned out as great/accurate as their parent or guardian claimed it would be. Unless you wanted to scamper about the neighborhood as an energetic ghost with cool sneakers on, it would have been best to just begged till someone with money went out and bought you a Halloween costume.

I remember in 1993, one of my friends claimed that he was trick or treating as Aladdin. Disney's move hit theaters November of 1992. Seemed like a pretty easy project for any adult. all you really needed was a pair of parachute pants, a vest, tiny hat, and a rectangular piece of cardboard with tin foil wrapped around it for the sword.

Maybe it just seems easy to me, because I never took on a project on the behalf of an eager, hyperactive, miniature version of myself. I am but a mere outsider in the world of doing right by your kids. But still, I would like to think I could do much better than others have in the past.

Instead of looking like a chibi Arabian dude on a quest for
Butterfingers and jaw breakers, the kid came off as being a homeless pro wrestler or something. I'm almost certain the vest his dad made him was later used by Stone Cold Steve Austin in WWF.

The card board sword was no where to be found. Instead, there was only a gravy boat masquerading as the genies lamp. He was also sporting a wig(either from his aunt or mom) and a musty pair of sweats with oil stains. I suppose with the right lighting, a blue collar, cross dressing version of Aladdin would look just as good as a more refined costume.

We had no luck finding the right light. Every person who opened the door treated us like charity cases because they thought at least one kid in the group was homeless, malnourished, and starving. It was the greatest Halloween ever. My advice to today's young'uns would be to have your folks construct a hastily made costume instead of buying one. When people feel sorry for you, they are less stingy with the goods.