As we got older, we decided to make our costumes...
Before this happened...
The year I was in kindergarten, my baby brother was in the hospital with some nasty illness (coughing and the like). This was right before Halloween. Therefore, there was NO way he was going to go Trick-or-Treating!
That year, I was a bride. Remember those awful plastic masks

My brother only got to go to my Nana's home, and then bakc to our house. He was the cutest Capser the Friendly Ghost.
So, here I am at 5 years old, carrying 2 big Halloween shopping bags! One for me, and one for little brother.
Hey, if the illness didn't kill him, death by chocolate may work!

Those bags were big...made of thick paper, with the terrible handles that gauged your hands.
Ah, the good ol' days!
Of nonflameretardant costumes, red dye in the candy, and enough transfats in the treats to sink a ship!
How did we survive?
fuzzy
