Halloween is coming up quickly, and my siblings have been planning their costumes for months. Besides the candy, what makes Halloween so exciting is that you get to pretend to be anything for one night, and you don’t worry about looking like a fool doing it. Let’s face it, many adults get into it too.
My brother, Simeon, has wanted to be a terrorist for months. He has an image in his head about what a terrorist is. My parents have spent much time trying to explain to Simeon that a terrorist is a behavior not a character. He has replaced his original plan with wanting to be a zombie. His excitement for being a zombie begins with him getting to rip up a T-shirt. He has had a T-shirt picked out for a month and just can’t wait to start the ripping process. Another reason he really wants to be a zombie is so he can have fake blood all over him. We had some company over the other day, and Simeon, who always needs to show-off, came running outside telling my mom that there had been an accident with a knife and he needed help. It was obvious by the strong odor of ketchup that he was faking. He had ketchup smeared all up his arm and on his neck.
I asked Justus what he wanted to be for Halloween, and he said he wants to be a girl. He said, “A girl is the scariest thing you can be on Halloween.” I explained to him that I was going to write about this for a column, and he quickly changed his mind and decided to be Buddy Holly, Roy Orbison or Elvis. He wants to be one of these people, so he can walk around with his guitar all night and play for people. I think he likes the attention he gets after he plays a song for people because he is pretty good at guitar. Maybe I will suggest he set up shop on a corner somewhere and put out a hat for collections. And please, somebody ask the poor kid for his autograph.
Faustina is the most stubborn with Halloween costumes. Not that long ago she participated in the Bureau County Fair talent show. She sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and talked my grandma into making her a Dorothy costume. Of course, the outfit would not be complete for Faustina unless she had red ruby slippers. When my mom told her they were too much money, she persuaded our friend Lynn to buy them. All along, it was understood that Dorothy would be her Halloween costume. After the talent show was over, I told Faustina she had a perfect most adorable Halloween costume, but she no longer agreed. Dorothy was a thing of the past for Faustina. She had her ruby slippers, which are now well worn and would not dream of being Dorothy for Halloween. Instead, the girl wants to be a cowgirl or Indian.
Patience is too young to get the idea of Halloween but what she loves more then anything is to copy all of her older siblings. We have two huge buckets of costumes put away in the old hog house. My mom usually gets the buckets out about noon on Halloween, and the fun begins. Patience loves anything she calls “pretty princess,” so I am guessing she will decide on a fancy dress. However this is usually because she is copying Faustina. If Faustina isn’t a princess, I don’t know what she will choose. The original idea was for her to be a lion to go with Dorothy, but that is out the window.
My brother, Milo, is really into knights and anything with weapons. Not really guns, but swords, axes ... well heck, I don’t know what they are all called. For as long as I can remember, he has chosen his Christmas presents based on what the guy is using for his weapon. My mom has screwed up many times getting him the wrong guy because they all look alike to her. So, Milo wants to be a knight, ninja or anything with a sword. I am not sure where he is getting the sword because my mom swears she isn’t spending anything for the costumes. I think there might be one up above the kitchen cabinets. That is where my mom throws things when she gets frustrated with a toy that is causing problems. Brush off the dust, and it will be good as new.
After all these kids, my mom has come to hate this holiday. The costumes are so expensive and cause so many problems in the house. She has wanted us for years to put on hard hats, neon green Advanced Asphalt T-shirts, which are plentiful in my dad’s closet, and go as a bunch of construction workers. She says it will be the safest costume ever because nobody will miss six kids marching through Greencroft wearing that glow in the dark yellow/green.
As for me, I am opting to pass out candy this year in the nice warm house of my grandparents. Happy Halloween!
Amelia Bystry, 15, resides in rural Princeton. You can contact Amelia firstname.lastname@example.org.