The Halloweens I Remember

The author as a clown.

I used to go crazy for Halloween, planning for weeks before to have the funniest, most topical costume I could imagine.

One of my earliest costumes was a one-piece clown jumpsuit that my mother made. It was three different fabrics of blue and white, striped and polka-dotted, with red rick-rack at cuffs. I have a vague recollection of stepping into it through the neck but maybe I saw my sister put it on the same way…

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