My first memory of Halloween is my parents taking me to the local firehouse in our St. Louis suburb for trick 'r treating. I suppose it was one of those "Don't risk a razor blade in an apple, bring your kids here" type things. And these firemen went all out. What's absolutely burned into my brain is that along with the strobe lights and fog machines they had managed to park a giant black hearse in the middle of the fire station. Inside the hearse was a coffin. An open coffin. And inside that coffin was an immaculate dummy of Dracula. I wish I had a picture of it. Then again, that picture would never live up to the memory in my head.
I have no idea what my costume was that evening, or if I even had one. I couldn't have been more than three or four. I can, however, recall all of my other childhood Halloween costumes, from preschool to grade six. In detail. I was going to rank them, but chronological seems to be the best order.
I have no idea what my costume was that evening, or if I even had one. I couldn't have been more than three or four. I can, however, recall all of my other childhood Halloween costumes, from preschool to grade six. In detail. I was going to rank them, but chronological seems to be the best order.
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