The story has been told to me that when I was 2 years old they took me trick or treating for the first time and I was so excited! They told me that I'd wear a costume and I'd go door to door and people would give me candy! What's not to love about that? Then...they put my PRINCESS costume, complete with a plastic mask with the elastic string on me. The story goes that I ran to the full length mirror in my parents bedroom and SCREAMED bloody murder when someone else's face was looking back at me.
Here's where this story now goes terribly wrong. I went to the photo album of my baby pictures and I found a photo of my first Halloween and I was shocked to discover that I was not a PRINCESS....I was a scary freakin witch!
|Scary Connie...age 2|
Who the hell dresses their 2 year old as a scary freakin witch?
Through the years....I remember dreading Halloween because I never had a good costume. I was always so jealous of the kids whose Mom's made them something to wear...heck, I didn't even have a decent way to carry my candy! We used pillow cases!
As an adult, I tried a little harder for Halloween. One year, my friends and I were going to a party as the cast of Alice. I was going to be Flo. I practiced snapping my gum, saying Kiss My Grits and dyed my hair RED. A huge blizzard arrived on Halloween day and we couldn't go to the party....and I now had red hair.
The next year, I didn't feel like trying so hard so I decided to go to a bar as Trailer Trash. I wore my husband's plaid shirt, teased my spiral perm and bangs up real high, carried a cold Coors Light in my hand and put a sign around my neck that said my name was Becky and that I lived in a trailer park. I won 2nd place in the costume contest......