R. L. Stine on Halloween and other scary things

Post date: Oct 27, 2015 2:03:05 PM

R. L. Stine on Halloween and other scary things

I concur with R. L. Stine that the real horror of Halloween as a child is not being able to dress up like you really want to, to be able to not afford a good costume and being a hobo or something dreadful like that with a collaboration of your own clothes.

Read the R. L. Stine related article I’m referring to on this link:

http://www.people.com/article/rl-stine-halloween-costume-traditions-goosebumps

An even scarier occasion for me is being about 12 years old and going to a Halloween party at the YMCA and wearing lipstick and your mothers old fur coat and hat and thinking you were going to be something really unique.

The uniqueness was that when I entered the YMCA after my Mom had driven off in our old Plymouth was that NO ONE ELSE was dressed up. My Mom had totally gotten the date wrong and I was completely humiliated. That, Dear Writers, is scary to the max.

There you are in front of everyone and they are all looking at you, the only one dressed up, and you are dressed up as a woman with hat, fur coat and lip stick.

Awful, beyond belief.

It took the leaders there awhile to settle me down, get me to stop crying and take off the make up and hat and coat and just relax and be a kid.

This is really, really difficult when you are mortified.

I’ll also be mortified if I do not hear from you in some way, please send me your material or comments or feedback.

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I concur with R. L. Stine that the real horror of Halloween as a child is not being able to dress up like you really want to, to be able to not afford a good costume and being a hobo or something dreadful like that with a collaboration of your own clothes.

Read the R. L. Stine related article I’m referring to on this link:

http://www.people.com/article/rl-stine-halloween-costume-traditions-goosebumps

An even scarier occasion for me is being about 12 years old and going to a Halloween party at the YMCA and wearing lipstick and your mothers old fur coat and hat and thinking you were going to be something really unique.

The uniqueness was that when I entered the YMCA after my Mom had driven off in our old Plymouth was that NO ONE ELSE was dressed up. My Mom had totally gotten the date wrong and I was completely humiliated. That, Dear Writers, is scary to the max.

There you are in front of everyone and they are all looking at you, the only one dressed up, and you are dressed up as a woman with hat, fur coat and lip stick.

Awful, beyond belief.

It took the leaders there awhile to settle me down, get me to stop crying and take off the make up and hat and coat and just relax and be a kid.

This is really, really difficult when you are mortified.

I’ll also be mortified if I do not hear from you in some way, please send me your material or comments or feedback.

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I concur with R. L. Stine that the real horror of Halloween as a child is not being able to dress up like you really want to, to be able to not afford a good costume and being a hobo or something dreadful like that with a collaboration of your own clothes.

Read the R. L. Stine related article I’m referring to on this link:

http://www.people.com/article/rl-stine-halloween-costume-traditions-goosebumps

An even scarier occasion for me is being about 12 years old and going to a Halloween party at the YMCA and wearing lipstick and your mothers old fur coat and hat and thinking you were going to be something really unique.

The uniqueness was that when I entered the YMCA after my Mom had driven off in our old Plymouth was that NO ONE ELSE was dressed up. My Mom had totally gotten the date wrong and I was completely humiliated. That, Dear Writers, is scary to the max.

There you are in front of everyone and they are all looking at you, the only one dressed up, and you are dressed up as a woman with hat, fur coat and lip stick.

Awful, beyond belief.

It took the leaders there awhile to settle me down, get me to stop crying and take off the make up and hat and coat and just relax and be a kid.

This is really, really difficult when you are mortified.

I’ll also be mortified if I do not hear from you in some way, please send me your material or comments or feedback.

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