When I was in high school, out of all the halloween costumes I wore, my favorite one was my Little Red Riding Hood costume. I had a dress, and a cape with a red hood. I even had my ow little wicker basked to go with it. Some of my teachers even put candy or special treats in my basket at the end of classes for that day.
This costume was store bought, and I was with m mother when she got it at Wal-mart. It felt interesting to wear this costume, and walk around the school as Little Red Riding Hood. Mrs. Bell, the librarian at the time noticed my costumed, and called other teachers and students over to where I sat while I was either doing research or doing something, I can’t remember what. I remember she said, “Hey look everybody, Little Red Riding Hood is in the library with us today!” That made me feel very special, because for a moment I could be someone other than myself. For that halloween, I stepped into the shoes ofone of my favorite storybook characters from my childhood. The best thing of all? The big bad wolf was no where in sight.
The one thing that I didn’t like about this costume, was that the dress was a little shorter than I would have liked. I had no idea, until I was trying to block a scene for a play we were practicing for drama class at the time. I went to do a specific jump and my history/drama teacher called me over to her desk and told me that I needed to be careful or I would wind up “taking everybody’s picture”. Needless to say, I didn’t do that jump that day. This was on a friday, if I remember correctly, and I was going home for the weekend, so I could get out of the costume, thus ridding myself of any unpleasant incidents.
Unfortunately I don’t have a photo to show you, but by my words, I hope I painted the picture clearly. I wore the cape around my shoulders, and the hood held it in place for me. This post was inspired by a writing prompt in the Writer magazine, so I thought I would share my story in honor of halloween.
Now it’s your turn, I will will paste the prompt at the bottom of this poste, and I’d love to hear your stories. Feel free to leave your favorite halloween costume stories in the comments below, or share them on your blogs, with a backlink to this post, so others can see what inspired your own personal essays. The writing prompt is below. Happy writing, reading, and sharing, and have a blessed evening, morning, or whatever time of day it is in your part of the world.
Writing prompt: dress up. Find a photo of your favorite childhood Halloween costume and try to re-create that moment on the page. How did you choose your costume? Was it handmade, store bought, or coupled together from items lying around the house? How did you feel the moment you put it on? Did assuming another identity change your behavior, your mindset, or your mood?? How did others react to your costume?