My grandmother used to like to make elaborate costumes and enter me and my brother in Halloween costume contests. Mainly I remember having to balance a lot of giant chickenwire heads on my shoulders.
I was the Cabbage Patch Kid (she carried the real one just in case anyone didn't get it). My brother was the mogwai. I was pissed because he got pulled around in a box and I had to walk (I could walk again by that age but still had trouble).
...yep.
Another year, another giant chickenwire head.
Great that I won the mall costume contest, but you try getting up a set of stairs on a rickety stage in this.
Fortunately, the older I got the more I regressed into nerdiness and the less entertaining my costumes were to people who weren't me.
Your turn.
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