Like all kids, I dressed up for Halloween every year.
I loved trick or treating—we would venture out of our subdivision as I got older, seeking out new, more exotic candies, and those rare houses that foolishly gave kids full-sized candy bars. Who cared about razor blades? We were looking for a Mr. Goodbar.
But as for costumes, I never really got into it as much as some. Most of my get-ups were $2 and came from Meijer's Thrifty Acres or Bueche's.
I remember being a red devil, Superman, the Six Million-Dollar Man, Scooby-Doo, a woman (4th grade), a werewolf, a hobo with Vaseline/coffee grounds for a five o'clock shadow and then my final look before I stopped trick or treating: Groucho Marx. A nod to my belief I should've been born in the '20s. (Glad I wasn't! I'm fine being a part of the Not-So-Greatest Generation if it means I get to avoid WWII.)
When I went off to college, I believe I only dressed up one time, in 1991—and I went as Theda Bara, with Marilyn Monroe's take on Theda as my inspiration.
I have not done a Halloween costume since, mainly because I haven't been invited to a Halloween party since! Maybe I need to start drinking. Or maybe I just need more considerate friends. But if I did dress again, I would probably look for those $2 costumes with the vinyl bodysuits again. Do they make a Jean Harlow one of those?!