Ghosts of my Halloween’s Past
Growing up in Wyoming was a different experience. I don't think I experienced humidity, ticks until I moved to Kentucky. It was also cold there. My last few months there, it snowed. In June. Yes, around 2 feet of snow on June 1st. I remember it because I got chicken pox from the little red head boy I had a crush on, and I couldn't play in the snow. Halloween was also different. We had a big school carnival, and trick or treating really didn't happen.
Fast forward to my time here. Where I lived at as a kid, it was in the country. So if I wanted to something for Halloween, It didn't happen. So growing up, needing creative vibes for a costume didn't happen. Mom did that. In the 80's everything was made. Look at these butes!
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This was probably when I was 3 or 4. Look at those fake nails! I was rocking that outfit with my coat UNDER my costume. My brother did too. Because it was cold this is how we frolicked.
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This was either kindergarten or first grade. I was supposed to be a California raisin. Look at the super short haircut I really hated, and the reuse of the big ol' bow from years before. That little vampire, that's the little red haired boy, and GUILTY of spreading chicken pox.
Now as an adult..... I love Halloween! My costumes, are a lot of slacking. I don't dress in the low cut, slutty stuff. That's not me. I do have holes in my pants, but all you'e gonna see is some leg. I do like the extra make up.
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Overall, my costume game is horrible. I'm thankful that there isn't more proof. If there was, I would've shared it!