PLASTIC PRINCESS
I missed out on seeing all the neighbourhood kids dressed up for Halloween. Our neighbourhood is small and secluded, so making the rounds in this area would only take an hour.
I got home at 8:30, no more children and no more candy.
I miss going out in costume, begging for candy. I love Halloween.
Being immigrants, my parents never really understood the full concept of Halloween. While other children had elaborate homemade costumes I had this…
To this day I can recall the smell of that plastic mask, the build up of breath-drawn-moisture that would collect inside, and the way that flimsy rubber band pulled at my hair. I would run door to door with my tunnel vision, mask securely encasing my face, barely audible as I shouted “Trick or Treat”.
That costume was so uncomfortable, so unsafe, yet so coveted. I was six years old and I was extremely ecstatic to be a plastic princess.
I as grew older, my brothers and I were left up to our own devices in regards to Halloween costumes. Our unoriginal Halloween dress-ups were accomplished with a quick rummage through our closets. We never had complicated costumes.
My brothers (each):
Baseball Player – 8 x
Girl – 2 x
Hobos – 6 x
Other than a princess and a witch, I don’t remember any of my other Halloween costumes… Oh wait, there was this one time when I was a 1970’s porn star… but that wasn’t until years later in the dress-up game, when slutty became the new scary.
1 comment:
Oh Halloween. I lived up north where there was often snow on that fateful night - so being a Ghost was a favorite - cause you could stay warm with layers underneath.
I was a chicken once - a terrible costume - in fact it required walking around with stockings on my legs. i remember freezing that year.
but i was never a plastic princess - my parents never let us wear those masks. they actually didn't even really like how the ghost costume covered our faces to a point of not being able to walk straight.
*sigh*
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