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What was your favorite childhood Halloween costume?

  1. lizy625 profile image61
    lizy625posted 8 years ago

    Halloween is one of the best childhood holidays. I can remember always wanting to sleep in my costume after collecting mounds of candy from the neighbors!
    My favorite costume as a child was when my mother made me Big Bird!! I was maybe four. She paper mache"d a big yellow head and body , cut holes for me to see, and we literally glued on hundreds of peices of yellow crepe paper!! I left a trail all the way down the street of my shedding  paper feathers!-

  2. europewalker profile image77
    europewalkerposted 8 years ago

    A princess because it made me feel special if only for a few hours. I was seven.

  3. Lisa HW profile image72
    Lisa HWposted 8 years ago

    Little Red Riding Hood (I suppose because it's the first one I remember.  I was three.)  It had a great cape with it and a tie-at-the-waist skirt that was long enough to cover the corduroy pants I usually wore under it.  roll  Of course, being expected to wear a Winter coat over it all pretty much ruined the whole look.  mad                     lol

  4. jiberish profile image73
    jiberishposted 8 years ago

    My favorite was one I made for my son.  We used medical gauze and wrapped him us from head to toe to look like a mummy.  By the end of the night he really looked scarry as parts of it began to unravel.

  5. Lisa HW profile image72
    Lisa HWposted 8 years ago

    Of my kids' costumes, my favorite may be the orange, yard, Cabbage Patch Doll wig I made for my eight-month old daughter - complete with the trademark bangs and pig tails a lot of Cabbage Patch Dolls had.  smile

    My most memorable may be when my nine-year-old son was a werewolf (which involved tons and tons of brown, greasy, make-up and, of course, fake fur).  He didn't feel all that great but wanted to go Trick or Treating anyway.  While we were out he started to get really sick, so we went home and he took off as much of the costume as he could, so we could go to the Emergency room.  The brown make-up came off on its own - on whatever he put his head down on in the house, on my car seats, on his Winter jacket, and in any number of places between the hospital entrance and the paper on the exam and x-ray tables.   roll  It turned out he had pneumonia; so I spent the next several days watching over him and finding yet more little "mucks" of brown make-up that continued to show up on the furniture.  To this day he fondly recalls how "good" that werewolf costume was.  I, on the other hand, have my own memories of it.