This was my Halloween Costume in Kindergarten.
I mean, this is a toy.
But my Dad made me a wooden costume of this toy.
He only knew how to work with wood I guess.
It hurt to wear.
But it felt awesome.
We weren’t allowed to trick-or treat.
It was just for the school Halloween parade.
My little brother did not understand.
So my parents let him dress as a pirate and march with me.
There was a foreign student.
He did not know the rules of Halloween.
It still makes me sad to see the pictures.
Of that kid in his sweater. Marching in a circle with the the rest of us.
He looked confused.
I was wearing a wooden pizza. And it hurt to walk.
And my brother was dressed as a pirate in my mother’s make-up.
And we marched in a circle. In the playground.
With mothers taking photos.
When we got home we weren’t allowed to participate anymore.
In the rules of Halloween.
We had our own rules.
At a church festival.
I didn’t wear my wooden costume
My wife was there. At the same festival.
Being confused as well.
We would not meet each other.
For twenty years.
Across the country.
Where we would kiss.
About childhood confusion.