I grew up in a little world of undoubtedly loving Halloween. From carving pumpkins to cake walks to repeatedly watching Halloweentown every single year, I never changed my mind about my favorite holiday. Maybe it is the cozy fall feeling or the pumpkin spice lattes, but I never really strayed from my love for it and this love was honestly built upon a foundation of halloween costumes.
Growing up, I shared countless halloween costumes with my twin sister, which was both super stereotypical but super cute. My mom saw her having twin girls as the perfect time to dress them up in costumes that other moms would envy and dads would dread having to buy because “they looked so adorable on us”. My mom was definitely proud of her choices and remained proud when we decided our costume fate all on our own. I do not like to pick favorites since all of them were fairly good, but I do have one that tops all of the others.
My all-time favorite Halloween costume was magical for two reasons; it was the first time I got to declare separation from outdated twin activities and it was filled with faith, trust and pixie-dust. I got to insert myself into Neverland for one day and I was the happiest fairy in all the land. I specifically remember the glitter I generously sprayed in my hair because I pretended it was pixie dust and it would help me, embodied as Tinkerbell, fly to the moon. Although I didn’t end up flying to the moon, I sure jumped there from excitement.
Me, little and easily satisfied, saw my Tinkerbell costume as the greatest thing in the whole world and I can still feel the amount of pure joy it brought. I would not stop talking about it in the months that followed and I actually still do have the exact costume to this day, buried in other childhood memories too genuine to part with.
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