I remember one year when I was a kid growing up in Qatar, all of my friends and I wanted to go trick or treating on Halloween night. We were so excited about what our costumes were going to be and I even remember a couple of my friends saying they wanted to become witches and other cool things!
Naturally, I wanted to be something just as cool. I ran home in a frenzy to tell my dad about our trick or treating night! Boy was he happy for me.
I ended up annoying my dad every day that lead up to Halloween so that he’d make me the greatest Halloween costume ever. I suppose it was days like these where he seriously thought about why he had me in the first place.
However, all my excitement came to a screeching halt when he suggested this lame idea.
I hope my reaction is enough to describe what I was thinking.
Dad ran to the hallway closet and picked up this old, dusty, cobwebby sheet. You would think the cobwebs would have added an excellent touch with the theme of Halloween. But to a 7 year old…that’s just nasty and icky! He placed the sheet over my head all the while convincing me that his idea was “awesome”.
To make matters worse, he thought of becoming creative and grabbed some colored markers. “What are you doing!” I fearfully exclaimed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you look even cooler!” he confidently replied.
That’s right. He turned me into a hippie ghost. I kept telling him over and over how ridiculous and un-scary I looked but he refused to listen to me!
I proceeded to go trick or treating with my friends. Their confused reactions to my rainbow-colored-old-sheet costume was fueling my embarrassment. What was worse was my dad had only made two holes to see from but none to breathe through.
Can you imagine what wearing a thick sheet would do in an extremely humid country such as Qatar? By the time I had reached the second house, my sweaty hair was plastered to my face and my only source of oxygen were the two eye holes. Basically I sounded like a mini Darth Vader
By the time I got to the third house, I ditched the costume altogether. Let me tell you, it was difficult having to explain over and over again why I was demanding candy when I didn’t even have a costume on.
What made matters even worse was the fact that not a lot of people knew or cared that it was Halloween! Some people even failed to open the doors. So I ended up with the worst Halloween stash ever (including some horrible fruit and questionable candy)
Never again did I go trick or treating after that!
But to go with the spirit of Halloween, I did make Yummy Mummy Cookies! (Although I’m too scared to taste them and confirm their yumminess).