Me, Halloween, probably 1985. Maybe 1984. I was Mickey Mouse.
Since I’m in my childhood bedroom and I can’t sleep and it’s after 2am I thought I’d go through the old photo albums to see my old Halloween costumes, like the one where I was Casper The Friendly Ghost (and my mom actually sewed the words Casper The Friendly Ghost onto what I was wearing so I wouldn’t be confused with just any ghost.) Or the one where I was a pound puppy and I cried a lot because my mom wanted me to wear my jacket under my costume and I had never heard of that before. Or the one when Halloween fell on a Saturday and I cried a lot because I wanted to skip trick or treating and stay home to watch the MTV Top 20 Video Countdown.
I have never actually liked Halloween.