I remember my childhood Halloweens in Texas. The neighborhoods teaming with kids and their parents. It seemed — without fail — that we would get a cold snap and I would have to wear a sweater over my costume.
One year, my round physique notwithstanding, I wore a borrowed ballerina blue-with-silver-stars tutu, which I l-o-v-e-d even with the long white sweater covering the better part of my spangled wonderfulness. I felt beautiful and graceful that evening. Of all my Halloweens, that one stands as the best.
May you have a wonderful Halloween that leaves you with sweet memories.