Getting My Halloween On

And Dressing Up As The Scariest Thing Ever — The 90s!

Photo Courtesy of the Author

Boo!

I know that picture, above must terrify you to your very soul. It does me.

Okay, okay, I jest a little.

I love Halloween. I always did. Who doesn’t like free candy? I loved the candy, the cans of pop (soda for my American pals) and the freedom of wandering around the neighbourhood with my pals pretty much unsupervised. One year, I even got a 2-foot-tall stuffed turtle, which I named Myrtle, after my aunt.

As I got older, I really relished the idea of turning myself into something I wasn’t. I used Halloween as a way to express the sides of me I kept hidden. I could dress as a bad girl. I could be cute, or daring, or creepy.

And this year’s no different. I’m doing a trial run of my costume and I think I like it. It’s funny and a bit serious.

Everyone who knows me knows how I hate the 90s. I hated the fashion. I hated the music. I hated the whole morose vibe. If I’d been born 5 to 10 years later, I probably would have loved it.

So, this Halloween, I’m going as the most terrifying creature known to exist, the 90s schoolgirl. But there’s a twist, I’m no schoolgirl. Hell, I’m older than the kids, the teachers, the administration and many…