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Little One was a tiger, which my mother reminded me was my costume at one year old as well. Carter was a pirate, although he insisted on being last year's dinosaur, undeterred by the snug fit. A bribe of Mommy dressing up with him sealed the deal, and we were out the door.
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Here's a snippet of today's post:
One year I was Raggedy Ann and another year I was a bunny. Mama put a
set of pointy ears on my black-headed little brother, and he got to be
Spock. She could whip up a costume for any of the four of us with a role
of aluminum foil, a skein of yarn, and her makeup caboodle. We’re from
the country and went to very few parties, but I remember Halloween
parties when the adults showed that they did indeed have imaginations. I
remember everybody laughing so hard, letting their kid-selves out.
Then suddenly at church they started showing videos about the dangers
of secular music, and people were talking often about Devil worshipers.
A visiting preacher may have done the final trick, but one day Mama and
Daddy sat us all down and broke the news. No more Trick or Treating.