An older Millennial trying to embrace what makes her generation special.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Why I Was a Vampire from 1993-1997

This is a story post with no pictures as my mom wasn't too keen on developing film once I was older than 7, and digital cameras didn't exist then.

And I started my blog in October, which is unfortunate, because I love Halloween and I would have done so many more posts if I hadn't been establishing a blog. Next year. Next year will be so much more Halloween-y.

But this year, I'm going to tell you the story of how I ended up stuck with the same costume every Halloween from the time I was 10 until I was 14.

I was a tall 10-year-old. I'm a short adult, because I stopped growing at 11. But at 10 years old, I was 4'11" - that's the average height of a 12 year old girl, and Halloween costumes for kids weren't necessarily made with pre-teens in mind. So I did find the costume I wanted - the pink Mighty Morphin Power Ranger. It was 1993, and it was the hottest commodity of the time, and there was one left. It fit perfectly. I wanted it.

But my mom said no, because it fit perfectly. I couldn't wear my jacket underneath it. I swore Halloween wouldn't be cold - a brave claim since we had had snow flurries the Halloween before. My mother said no, and I was heartbroken and devastated, so I didn't want to be anything for Halloween.

My parents even took me to two stores, but if I couldn't be the pink Mighty Morphin Power Ranger, I didn't want to be anything. My parents just finally bought me a vampire cape and vampire teeth because they knew I liked vampires. They even promised I could wear my hair down - something I always wanted to do but wasn't allowed to because I didn't know how to tame my curls.

Also, it turned out that Halloween wasn't cold, so my mother apologized and admitted I could have been the pink Mighty Morphin Power Ranger. A small victory.

But since my costume was just a cape and vampire teeth, it fit the next year. And the next. And the next. I was forced to reuse it, which I was fine with - again, they didn't really make a lot of costumes that fit pre-teens, as it was assumed they'd be done trick-or-treating. And I loved Halloween.

In 1998, my aunt wanted to make her son a costume, and she wanted my mother to make costumes with her. So my mom made me a Raggedy Ann costume that I asked her to make some basic changes to - I wanted to be a Raggedy Witch. I don't know why she agreed, but she did. And since I'd stopped growing a couple years before, I also wore that costume for four Halloweens.

A broken heart was why I was a vampire for four years in a row, but after that first year, I loved the tradition of it. I love vampires, and I look back on those Halloweens fondly. Things tend to work out the way they should, sometimes.


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