The HottyToddy.com staff was sitting around the last few days talking about their fondest memories of Halloween. Then we thought, “Hey, lets put these together and make a story!” Here are our fondest memories of Halloween.
Emily Gatlin, Editor-in-Chief:
I grew up in a Victorian house that was built in the 1870s, similar to the homes on North and South Lamar. We took decorating to the extreme, which I thought was completely normal until I got older. Hundreds of trick-or-treaters knocked on our door every year, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for the candy. My brother and I would take stereo speakers, dress them in our dad’s clothes, make heads out of sports balls and stick them in the bay windows on the side of the house. Kids would run through our yard screaming at the top of their lungs. We thought we were funny, but looking back on it… maybe not.
Adam Brown, Sports Editor:
My most memorable memory of Halloween was back when I was in sixth grade. My best friend and I came up with the idea of wanting to have a haunted trail at my house for trick-or-treaters, since the past two years prior we had gone to other people’s houses and gone through their mazes.
So the weekend before we got together and decided to build a coffin and place it on the side walk so everyone had to pass right by. We roped the area of so trick-or-treaters could not miss us. As they passed by, we would pull the coffin door open and inside would be a man made out of hay with a Jason Voorhees mask on his face.
Once the door bell rang we would be sitting on the bench dressed as zombies with candy to hand out to every one.
Kate Sinervo, Associate Editor:
I often give my parents grief for dressing me up as a pumpkin from age 1 to 4, until my younger sister inherited the the costume. They say it’s not true, but I swear it started out as a long dress and, the last time I wore it, it was a cropped top. After the pumpkin years, they finally allowed me to venture out, so I became a can-can dancer, a pirate, a plumber, and a UPS delivery driver. For the record, Mrs. Schove’s caramel popcorn balls were better than all the candy on North Lamar.
Justin Taylor, Associate Editor:
Most people when they think of Halloween, it’s of kids dressed as their favorite super hero, a princess or a monster. I can remember being 5 years old and dressing up as the Red Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. It’s a night where you can be anything or anyone you want. Putting on that mask and walking with my friends Jacob, David, Jon Michael and Miles is something I’ll cherish forever.
But the memory I cherish most from that Halloween wasn’t the night I went trick or treating. It was a few days before that. The weekend before Halloween I was spending time with my grandparents in Tchula, Mississippi. I had been wearing my red power ranger costume while I was running around playing with my cousins.
Naturally, as kids tend to do, I fell and I ripped part of the leg cloth off. I still remember being devastated and thinking I couldn’t go trick or treating that year. To cheer me up, my grandfather (my hero and the person I try to live my life like to this day) took me to his airport. He asked my Uncle Ricky if he would take me up in the Cub (Piper J-3 Cub). My entire life I watched the airplanes take-off and land but I had never been flying.
Seeing the bird’s eye view of the places I had only ever seen on the ground is something that has stuck with me my entire life and not something I will ever forget.
We hope all of our loyal readers have as memorable Halloween stories this year as we do.
Happy Halloween HottyToddians from the Staff!