I’ve been damaged beyond repair. I’ve searched every closet and every photo album of my childhood for that scary evil costume and came up empty. Let’s face it—there aren’t any. I’ve come to the conclusion that my mommy—yeah, might as well say it (even at this age)—my mommy selected my costumes.
Here I am, not as a ferocious animal of the Wild Kingdom; I’m no King Kong (If I were, I would’ve been dressed like Curious George); I’m no King of the Jungle (If so, I would’ve been Kimba the White Lion); I’m not even a Hippopotamus, which is by far the most dangerous creature on the planet (If so, I would’ve been a Ballerina Hippo from Disney’s Fantasia). No, I’m none of these. Yet, I’m traumatized.
Perhaps at an early age I knew my mother’s influences, her motives, her maternal instincts, how she’d soften my costumes, how she’d transform them from evil to good, from that killer instinct to something of beauty and grace.
“What do you want to be for Halloween this year?” she always asked.
The answer’s obvious, just look at the picture: A giraffe! How’s that for sticking my neck out? —A store-bought costume. Only problem, did I truly choose this animal? Or was I trying to play it safe? And even more puzzling—I’m standing next to (not Smokey-the-Bear) but a nasty growling bear! Grrrrr!!!
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If I had to "stick my neck out," I'd say your mother selected the giraffe costume in hopes you'd grow taller.
Perhaps you're actually the ghost of a demonic giraffe, who was stomped to death by a herd of marauding elephant angels. Yeah, yeah...that's it!
Hi JR! I'd watch out for Lana. A demonic giraffe is almost to hideous to contemplate.
You sure you aren't supposed to be one of those characters from "Alien Nation?" You got that print thing happening and with that face...MW
Ha ha ha, a Gayraffe!!!
Personally I am glad that my mom's maternal instincts failed at this time of year.
Ah, you're lucky. My mom didn't care (sniff) and I ended up cutting eyeholes in old sheets for about 5 years until I gave up.
Okay, could you be cuter? At the parochial school Halloween costumes always had to be animals so as not to evoke the evil devil..
Maybe the giraffe is your totem. Hey, it's a thought. I like the picture. Come read some of my "Halloween past" thoughts. Funny, I didn't think of Halloween as being a time of memories til I started thinking back. Lots of 'em. D
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