As Halloween begins to creep up on the APN staff, handfuls of reminiscing has occurred. The question of, “What on Earth were we wearing as kids on Halloween,” has floated around our office. Here are the results:
At the time this photo was taken, I was 3 years old and really obsessing over Disney’s film “Fantasia.” If you’re unsure what this film is all about, IMDb breaks it down: “A collection of animated interpretations of great works of Western classical music.” To tell you the truth, I can’t remember a single thing about the movie, but I do remember my excitement as I put on my Minnie Mouse costume. (Yes, I waited three patient weeks to finally wear it.) Why does Halloween have to be once every year?
My favorite Halloween costume was handmade by my mother using rice sacks when I was 4. She made it for a play in which I played a Taina. Taino/a were the indigenous people who inhabited the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico before the conquistadors settled in our land. This costume is special to me, not only because it was made by my mother, but because at a young age, she involved me in events that strengthened my understanding of my own culture.
What did I want to be when I grew up? A princess, and that’s exactly what I was. For my second-grade Halloween costume, at least. No real-life princess here, but don’t be too shocked, I was one hell of a Bell, minus her Beast. I remember waking up for school that morning excited as ever, because I knew I was about to walk around school as a princess all day. I walked down my stairs as if I was moving in slow motion, like how they do in the movies. Instead of a handsome prince standing at the bottom waiting for me, it was my mom. But even she was good enough. I still felt as though I was about to go to the ball. I’ll never forget how special that shiny, yellow, ruffled dress made me feel that day. Until I can find a dress that will make me a princess again, my dream to be a princess is a tale as old as time.
Growing up, my mom was always pretty open-minded when it came to letting me choose my own Halloween costumes. Her care-free attitude probably had a lot to do with why I chose to be Dorothy from “The Wizard of Oz” on five separate occasions. My love for the 1939 classic started when my high school’s drama club put on a spring production of “The Wizard of Oz” when I was in second grade. When October rolled around, I couldn’t imagine being anything other than Dorothy, and my mom knew that I wanted to be the most authentic version of Dorothy that I could possibly be, so she surprised me with a custom-made costume. This also included the perfect basket to carry my stuffed-animal version of Toto. We couldn’t find a pair of ruby slippers in my size, so we made our own pair together and glued each rhinestone on by hand. I will never forget how I felt when I put the entire costume on for the first time. It’s definitely one of my favorite childhood memories.
Growing up, my childhood costumes were usually the D.I.Y. costumes my mom came up with last minute. My mom was all about saving money and didn’t believe in spending a lot of money for a one-time-use costume. As I recall, I was an angel for several years because of the outfit’s simplicity: a halo and wings she bought from our local bargain store. Another costume I remember wearing was a genie. I enjoyed this one the most because I used to carry a genie lamp as a trick-or-treat basket. Sadly, I don’t have pictures of both travesties (thank goodness) due to moving and misplacing the photos, but the memories will always remain with me, forever.
Growing up, every girl wants to be a princess. I, of course, was one of them. When I was 6 years old, I was Glenda the Good Witch from “The Wizard of Oz.” This is my mom’s all-time favorite movie, so at that point in my life, I had seen it over a dozen times. Although the movie was played often, I do remember loving Glenda. She was always so beautiful. For Halloween, my mom decided she wanted to make my costume. My aunt Cathie was better at sewing than my mom, so the two of them spent three days cutting, gluing, bedazzling and sewing my beautiful gown that I would wear Halloween night. My dress was pink, and my crown was covered in glitter and rhinestones. I still have the costume somewhere in my home. To this day, I remember being in awe when I put it on. My mom still talks about it every year because she loved it that much. That was my favorite childhood Halloween costume.