When I am in my car driving, I always let my mind take in the surroundings as I pass by them. I do my best thinking while driving. As best I can, of course, as I need to keep my eye on the road. Regardless, during my drive this morning, I couldn't help but notice all of the halloween decorations people have displayed outside their homes.
The first thought I had was 'Damn! Is it really almost halloween?"
The follow up thought I had brought me right back to when I was a kid and all the costumes I had worn. My costumes varied from a 50's girl (for about 3 years) to the Pillsbury Dough Boy for halloween and then there were the fairy-like costumes for my ballet recitals and ice skating shows. After the events, the costumes always remained with us. In a large plastic bag we had kept in the closet. At times, my sister and I would bring the bag out of the darkness, tear it open and search for our favorite outfit to wear. Mine was always this shear, white soft tutu. I believe I wore it with a gold, sequined leotard. It was my favorite thing and no matter what else was stuffed into our bag of dress up memories, I couldn't depart from this one. Determined that I get it every time we opened the bag to play 'dress up'.
Those were such good times and have made such good memories. I often think about being back in that moment when my only concern was making sure I pulled just that combination from the bag. I cannot go back but I know that I have the memories so I am guaranteed a smile when I think about them.
