You know the routine, I’ve been tagged by my new friend Holly, and now I’m chasing everyone else….finding someone else to tag so they can be it! This one is slightly different though – before tagging someone you must answer the following questions:
- What were your favorite games to play when you were a kid? Do you remember the rules? Share them here (bored kids grounded from video games will thank you):
My favorite games were board games and card games. Probably my most favorite (still) was Monopoly. I grew up like an only child as my siblings were so much younger than I was. So I loved having someone to play board games with, and Monopoly was one of the longest games out there (which meant more game time). - Did you go trick-or-treating when you were a kid? What was your favorite costume ever?
Of course. I loved going trick-or-treating. Oddly enough, my most favorite costume was when I was the Statue of Liberty. It wasn’t because the costume was so great or “cool,” but that my grandmother and I made it from a pattern, and I love the memories of the time we spent together making it. - How old is “too old” to go trick-or-treating?
I have to admit to having this as a pet peeve as the “kids” in our town will come around without even a costume and just a candy bag. I’m not so sure my opinion is that there is an age, but it is for sure when you think you are too old to dress up! - Do you remember any silly or gross songs or rhymes from your childhood (like, “Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts”)? Share them with us!
The one silly song that we sang the longest (we jumped rope to it) was Miss Mary Mac.
Miss Mary Mac Mac Mac
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For 50 cents, cents, cents.
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence.
They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
They never came back, back, back
Till the 4th of July, July, July - What is your favorite Halloween memory?
My favorite is a post Halloween memory actually. One year my mom thought I’d gotten into the car after trick or treating at a house and she put the car in reverse. But there was only one problem, I wasn’t entirely in the car, and my foot got caught under the wheel of her car. It didn’t cause any real damage (or it wouldn’t be a favorite memory) – just some bruising and pain! So when I go to PE the next day, I give my PE teacher the note from my mom that I needed to be excused from activities as she had run over my foot. The PE teacher did not believe it. She actually went to see my mom as she thought it was a joke. My mom actually had to assure her that she had in fact RAN OVER ME!!!! - What goodies do you hope to find in your treat bag this Halloween?
I’ve actually been disappointed the last 8 years in the way that Halloween has gone here. I remember that we would be dropped off at the beginning of one street and meet our mom’s at the end of the street because EVERY house gave out Halloween goodies. Now that I’m a mom, it’s harder. So few people now participate. We have to search for places with their lights on when I take Cameron Trick or Treating. Last year, we did the Halloween carnival at school and then just did the small community Trick or Treating afternoon. So I just hope to find ANYTHING in Cameron’s bag.
Holly Jahangiri says:
Oh, gosh – I wish you were closer. We always have treats, but few kids come all the way down our street to trick-or-treat. Cameron could go home with a Hefty bag full of candy!
Isn’t it funny how some of our favorite memories didn’t seem so great at the time? I once slammed Katie’s hand in the car door. I almost threw up; I was afraid to open the door, because I had visions of four little neatly severed fingers falling on the ground! I LOVE PONTIAC!! There was enough squishy rubber seal around the doorframe that she didn’t even sustain a BRUISE! Bless all the folks who built that car…
I agree – if you think you’re too old for a costume and can’t do anything but hold out the bag and say “gimme the goods,” then you’re old enough to buy your own @#$% candy! My daughter, at 20, PLAYS. She desperately wishes she could go back to being ten, for just that one day out of the year. She worked at Phobia last year, and she’s already planning her costume for this year. I may have her take her brother around the neighborhood – that MIGHT be cooler for him than going with MOM. (Most of the neighborhood is safe, but even I wouldn’t be walking around parts of it after dark, alone.)
Catherine @ The Blonde Diaries says:
How did I miss that I was tagged when I first read this entry. I better get on it!