Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Burning Question, Halloween Edition



"What do you remember about Halloweens past?"

Discuss . . .
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4 comments:

G-Dawg said...

I remember being in Phoenix, I must have been about seven years old. I was so excited to be Frankenstein for Halloween. Mom spent alot of time making my hair black and Frankensteinish. She used green paint(?) for my face. She even made a wicked scar. And I cried. I felt I was too scary. I remember sitting in the bathroom, crying in the dark, with my green hideous head on my arm as it rested on the tub. I didn't want to go trick-or-treating, I just wanted to be a real boy. Maybe I should have been Pinocchio that year *sigh*.

3:45 PM
Max and Beverly said...

Oh my goodness!! I didn't know!! How sad.....we lived on Tuckey lane 1602 E. Why didn't you tell me?.......

5:57 PM
jessi said...

ahhhh. . . Halloween of yesteryear. I remember it being a contest of who could get the most candy. Though I tried I was no match for Jason, who by the way, was trick or treating until he was 17. Something I am pretty sure he is very proud of.

2:46 PM
Jasonic said...

It was all about the candy, oh yea... age has nothing to do with it.
G-dawg, you story is inspiring and to tell you the truth I have a similar story, but I was older which makes it more pathetic. I was....10 or 11, and mom helped me come up with a scary face. I had on, I think Dave's overcoat, and we sprayed my hair all over which-way. When mom was finisished I peeked in the mirror only to find myself wishing death had come for me that the lights in the house would somehow shine brighter to rid me of this evil that had come over my face. I wouldn't look, I could not bare it. My sweet mother told me to look and for some reason I questioned her motive, did she want to see me cry as my brother in his dark green hour, or was she simply marveling at her creation. So I looked once more and decided that my only way out of this predicament was to go. Once on the prowl the weight of my candy bag changed my deminor and all was well.
I love you mom :)

11:15 AM

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