To the playground. To the supermarket. To pick Via up from school.
Even in the middle of summer, though it was so hot my face would sweat.
I think I wore it for a couple of years, but I had to stop wearing it when I had my eye surgery.
I was about seven, I think. And then we couldn't find the helmet after that.
Mom looked everywhere for it. She figured that it had probably ended up in Grans's attic,
and she kept meaning to look for it, but by then I had gotten used to not wearing it.
I have pictures of me in all my Halloween costumes. My first Halloween I was a pumpkin.
My second I was Tigger. My third I was Peter Pan (my dad dressed up as Captain Hook).
My fourth I was Captain Hook (my dad dressed up as Peter Pan). My fifth I was an astronaut.
My sixth I was Obi-Wan Kenobi. My seventh I was a clone trooper. My eighth I was Darth Vader.
My ninth I was the Bleeding Scream, the one that has fake blood oozing out over the skull mask.
This year I'm going to be Boba Fett: not Boba Fett the kid in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones,
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