My Favorite Memories of Halloween
I'm going to be honest...
While I like Halloween, I just never reveled in that not-quite-a-holiday as much as I have in Christmas over the years, and I'm not really sure why.
For instance, I never went Trick-or-Treating, preferring to hand out candy at my door - I know that seems incredible to many people as that tradition's a cherished one, as well as a really good way to get free candy, but I just was never interested in dressing up in some costume and going to strangers' houses.
Put it this way: Whenever people asked me what I'm dressing up as, I always told them, "Myself."
Though I did attend a couple of costume parties, my All Hallows' Eve consisted of me watching the Peanuts classic "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!", featuring Linus and his obsession with the Great Pumpkin, sitting in a pumpkin patch and making a fool of himself. I still enjoy watching it today, let me put in that tape and I'm good for Halloween.
There are two memories of that day that stands out, particularly due to the fact that it became a perfect wave of hormonal fuel for an adolescent boy; it was during ninth grade at my junior high school in Santa Monica, CA, where I lived.
The school I attended had a Halloween tradition called "Hobo Day", where people were supposed to come to school dressed as, well, hoboes - or, as we call them today, homeless people.
The thing was, hardly anyone dressed like a hobo, and for a 14-year old adolescent that was a very good thing as rather than a homeless enclave, my school looked more like the Midsummer Night's Dream party at the Playboy Mansion as many of the girls at our school came dressed like they were going to party with Hugh Hefner at the Playboy Club that night.
Playboy Bunny costumes abounded, as did French maid outfits, skin tight cat suits and leotards - which particularly drove me crazy as I had a fetish for leotards in those days, getting that funny feeling whenever I saw a girl wearing one.
With all that sexy clothing, combined with many fishnet tights and other short and skimpy high-cut costumes, I was in paradise - and I'm sure most of the other guys in school were, too.
One sexy costume especially stood out in my mind from that day thirty years ago: a girl in my gifted English class, who was not only the blonde bombshell who could have easily passed for Heather Locklear's younger sister then - and is a dead ringer for Courtney Thorne-Smith now - but a really bright girl and a talented musician, came to school dressed as the world's sexiest roach, wearing a high cut leotard and tights with several arms sticking out. Guys went nuts over that.
The biggest memory of that not-really-a-holiday for me, though, was when I got an enormous crush on another girl in that same English class, which lasted the rest of that year and for some time after that.
She had long, dirty blond hair and olive skin, standing about 5' 6", and while her costume, which was a tiny mini-dress and black tights, wasn't as blatantly sexy as the other costumes, there was something about that girl that made my hormones and fantasies go crazy.
Being that I was a stupid teenage boy, with Asperger's Syndrome to boot, the chances of this young lady becoming my girlfriend were slim, none, and forget about it/you have no chance, as my social skills were fairly inept due to me being an aspie.
But that was somehow OK as just fantasizing about dating her was sufficient enough for me.
It's hard to believe that was three decades ago, but that's my number one personal memory of that orange and black colored day.
That's about it. Have a happy - and safe - Halloween.
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