My work's Blog topic this week was "Dragon." I loved Halloween when I was really little. A thrown together costume with whatever was lying around. There was a lot more imgination than all the prefab costumes today. My favorite costume was Superman. I think I was Superman for about 4 years in a row. It was this sweet little job with the emblem on the chest, yellow felt velcrow strap around the waste, and a small red cape...kind of like a bib for a first grader. I loved it. However, my trick or treating days ended quicker than I ever wanted them to. I started getting growth spurts in the third and fourth grade. They continued for some time which made me more than a head taller than most of my friends. One year I was singled out and asked over and over "Aren't you a little old for this?" even though I was with a bunch of shorties my own age. I remember faking it to my friends that I was cold. I went home and then I bawled my eyes out. Never went after that. But I made up for it when I was in high school. My friends and I would go dancing every weekend and dress up. The best was when we dressed up like hicks and went to a hardcore techno dance club. The bouncer at the front reminded us that it wasn't western night. "Yep, we know!"