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Day 15: Favorite Halloween Costume of Mine



For the 15th day of the Blogember challenge to blog each day during the month of November, today's topic is my favorite halloween costume.

Hmmmm …..

Halloween was not a beloved holiday in my childhood home.  I don't have many memories of costumes or parties.  I recall pictures of one of my first Halloweens, perhaps I was two, where I was Peter Potumus (the hippo).  But after that I don't find photos or recall memories.

I recall the summer when I was 21, during college when I was in a figuring out my life phase.  And of course that what I should have been doing at that age.  Yet, I expected to have figured things out by then.  Boy, I wish I knew then what I know now, huh?

I had spent the spring and summer dating a guy with a big family and a kind heart.  My family liked him, his circle of friends had accepted me and it seemed to be going well.  That was until it stopped going well.  At the end of the summer.  I don't really know what I was expecting, but whatever it was became out of reach.  He became distant and distracted.  At that age I panicked and tried to keep him even closer.  I don't recall a dramatic ending, but I do remember it being over and how broken-hearted I felt.

By Halloween that year friends invited me to a costume party and I decided to go.  I dressed as a cowgirl with jeans, boots, bandana and borrowed a play holster with toy guns.  It was fun to pretend I was brave and strong.

I ran into this guy there and we began to date again … and it seemed like the costume was the trick to convincing myself I was worthy and strong.  It didn't make it until Christmas.  And then it was over again - for good.

His birthday was last month and we exchanged emails.  We have stayed in touch for over 20 years.  He's married with one in college, and one in high school.  I consider him an old and dear friend, with whom I share memories and lessons learned.  And part of that story is the favorite halloween costume of mine!

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