Thatâs right, itâs that time again when little ghosts, goblins and ghouls will be wandering the streets, asking the all-to-traditional question, Trick or Treat and be holding out their bags and baskets looking for candy to fill them.
Then again, even though âTrick or Treatâ has managed to stay throughout the years, the costumes arenât really what they used to be.
I remember when I was still young enough to trick or treat, my favorite costume was a witch.
I loved to dress in black, put on my sparkly witches hat and carry a small broom. Sometimes I would even throw on a silver or black eye mask just to add a little mystery. It was a simple, yet unique costume.
It wasnât uncommon to see witches, ghosts and goblins wandering the street, but as time has progressed, the costumes have converted over to the silver screen.
It seems the traditional costumes have taken a backseat to the Transformers, Spidermans and Star Wars costumes. Little girls arenât trying to figure out what color of witch they will be, instead they are trying to figure out if they are going to be Barbie, Tinkerbell or Hannah Montana.
The little boys are leaning away from the vampires, warewolves and ghosts and having to decide whether they want to be Optimus Prime or Bumblebee.
Halloween night isnât exactly a night for the spooks to come out as much as it once was, but more so a night of the movies coming to life and walking the streets.
Iâm not saying there is anything wrong with the modern day costumes, but in my opinion the uniquness, personalization and imagination has been taken out of Halloween.
I recall the one Halloween when my costume didnât come from the store, but instead was the creation of my dadâs wild imagination.
As part of the the libraryâs program celebration, we had a costume contest, but the requirement was that it wasnât store bought, but instead home made. As soon as I presented the request to my dad, his mind started working and my costume came to life. It was decided there could be no better costume for the library contest than to be a book.
Of course, not just any book, but an open book that told a story. (See my love for writing and reading has existed since I was a child.)
My dad went to constructing my 3-D costume that would fit around me (and dare I say, was rather difficult to sit down in) as I began writing my story to be included in the book.
You know, I canât tell you what story I wrote or even the bare bones of it, but I know that costume is one I wish I still had. Even though the costume is long gone, the memories I have of that year will never be forgotten.
To kids these days it may seem like a stupid thing or a ridiculous idea, but I have to say I have never been more proud of a costume.
Not only was it something different, but it was something that was designed from imaginiation and made with memories.
I know, it sounds corny, but those are the moments I remember from my childhood and as a parent, those are the kinds of memories I want my son to possess.
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