I have no photos of myself on Halloween, when I was 6. I don't remember my costume, but I remember loving that we could trick-or-treat with no weather concerns. We were in our Staten Island apartment building, that year.
The few trick-or-treat experiences I'd had before took place in Iowa, with jackets covering our costumes.
Celebrating in 2017
I figured I should find some way to celebrate like a 6-year-old this Halloween. I dug out an old Halloween mask that my mother-in-law had saved. I toyed with the idea of grabbing a bag and knocking on my neighbors' door. That could have been pretty funny or it could have caused a heart attack. The old mask is pretty creepy.
At dusk a steady rain was falling, so I had an excuse to nix that idea. Also, the Houston Astros were playing in the 6th game of the World Series. I had a feeling a lot of people wouldn't be answering their doors anyway.
So I just had some fun with the mask at home. I put the lovely thing on and walked downstairs, trying to navigate each step with my blocked vision. I walked through the house conjuring up memories, as my face steamed up from my own breath. Oh how I once loved those Halloween masks in their see-through cellophane boxes. But how I hated the claustrophobic feel of them on Trick-or Treat night!
I caught Don unaware in the other room and gave him a good laugh. I thought about answering the door wearing the mask, but the doorbell was silent. By the time it finally rang, I was done with the mask. It was only the UPS driver, anyway. He said he had enough candy already.
Yay, for Halloween memories and yay for only having to wear a mask for 1 minute!