I’m often thankful that every minute of my childhood years were not recorded on video.
Today, I remember the last year I went trick-or-treating. It was probably 1981, so I would have been 11. I wanted to be a ghost! So my stepmother got out her sewing machine and she and I made a ghost costume out of an old sheet.
We were trying for something like this:
It was big and baggy and the hood came out somewhat pointy…
But I remember about halfway through the night thinking, “Hey, doesn’t this look like a KKK outfit?” And then “What’s a KKK?”
Thankfully, no pictures survive, that I know of.