I was a Halloween kid. As in, started planning my next year’s costume on November 1st kind of a Halloween kid. Over the course of the year I’d change my mind a million times as to what I’d be, but more often than not I’d end up being whatever it was that had been thought up originally, 364 days before (a fun personality trait that much to my family’s delight has transcended into my adulthood and into many non-Halloween related things).
Me (as a child):
Costumes: Cheerleader; Gypsy; Witch; Rock Star; Bumblebee.
What it says about me: Peppy, colorful and creative (yet often tired of being creative to the point of becoming complacent and unoriginal) with a hidden desire to break out of my shell, go crazy and hurt someone (but only a little bit).
My 18 year old hasn’t gone trick-or-treating since she started high school, not because she thinks it’s childish and something she’s too old for (don’t be ridiculous) but because of all the damn homework that high school brings. The past three years she’s sat on the front couch doing homework and helped pass out candy. Oh, she’s in costume (of course she is…she’s an actress), she’s just homebound. Don’t feel bad for her, she robs our candy bucket like a little street urchin when I’m not looking.
Costumes: Simba; Hermione; Greek Goddess; Gangster; Ninja.
What it says about her: Sweet and playful, studious, smart and an eternally good girl with a hidden desire to break the rules and attack someone stealthily.
Yeah, pretty much.
At 12 years old Thing 2 still hits the streets on Halloween (and just like her mama did, wears a costume that has been in the works for over 11 months). And even though she’s not reached adulthood yet, her costume choices over the years certainly reflect not only her personality but are good predictors of the person she’ll grow to be.
Costumes: Tigger; Super Baby (self-created); Ninja Pig (self-created); Luna Lovegood; Nerd.
What it says about her: Bouncy and energetic (sometimes to the point of annoyance), hilariously creative and imaginative, quirky and unique.
And I attribute the fact that she has yet to be something that is harmful to others (unless you count the year of the Ninja Pig which, if you could’ve seen the adorableness of what she came up with, you would not) to the fact that she’s young and unjaded. Let’s give her another year in middle school. That outta do it.
And while I think Amy Poehler’s theory works (and explains Halloween 1987 when I dressed as a clown when the rest of my friends dressed like Robert Palmer girls), I’d add that the things we dress up as as adults also speak volumes about us. It’s a one-night-chance to not only live out a secret life we’d never in a million years have chosen but to unearth all the pent up evil that lies hidden beneath the sunny disposition and friendly attitude.
At least I’m assuming.
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