oakenguy

My worst-ever Halloween costume was in second grade. I wanted to be a ghost out of Charlie Brown, the bedsheet with two big eyes, for the school festival. On the day of Halloween my Mom hadn't made it yet, but she said there'd be no problem, she'd drop it off before the party started.

Sure enough, at 2 I get called to the Principal's office to get my costume---and my Mom, deciding on her own that it would be better if I wasn't a *scary* ghost, had drawn smiley faces and little hearts all over the bedsheet. It looked like a giant hippie vest, or maybe the Partridge Family van. And it was about four sizes too big. And the eyeholes weren't spaced right. I was horrified.

So I carry it with me, but eventually put it on for the judging, which involves everyone walking around the cafeteria in a circle so our costumes can be on full display. Several seconds into it I step on part of my sheet and lose the eyeholes. I'm blind. I flounder around, trying to find the hem or an eyehole...and the kid behind me steps on it, too, and I walk right out from underneath it. I have to run in the opposite direction to the rest of the kids in the parade, who are continuing to walk on my costume, get it out from under their feet, and then run back to my spot so that I can display the hearts, smileys and new sneaker-prints for the judges.