So the first time you hear the concept of Halloween when you’re a kid
your brain can’t even process the information.
You’re like: “What is this? What did you say?”
“What did you say about giving out candy? Who’s giving out candy?”
“Everyone that we know is just giving out candy?”
“Are you kidding me? When is this happening? Where? Why? Take me with you!”
“I gotta be a part of this. I’ll do anything that they want.”
“I can wear that.”
“I’ll wear anything I have to wear.”
“I’ll do anything I’ll have to do to get the candy from those fools”
“that are so stupid they’re giving it away.”
So, the first couple of years I made my own costumes which of course sucked:
the ghost, the hobo…
Then, finally, the third year, begging the parents,
I’ve got the Superman Halloween costume, not surprisingly.
Cardboard box, self-made top, mask included.
Remember the rubber band on the back of that mask?
That was a quality item there, wasn’t it?
That was good about 10 seconds before it snapped out of that cheap little staple they put it in there with.
You go to your first house: “Trick or…” Snap! “It broke. I don’t believe it!”
“Wait up, you guys! I gotta fix it!”
“Hey, wait up! Wait up!”
That’s what kids say. They don’t say: “Wait!”
They say: “Wait up! Hey, wait up!”
‘Cause when you’re little, your life is up, the future is up,
everything you want is up.
“Wait up, hold up, shut up.”
“Mamma, clean up”, “Let me stay up.”
For parents, of course, everything is just the opposite.
Everything is down. “Just calm down”, “Slow down”, “Come down here”
“Sit down”, “Put that down”