Halloween offers adults a chance to pretend they’re something or someone they’re not. Unless you’re in a local theater group or participate in live-action role-playing games or make $$$$ as a magician or work at Disney World, you’re not likely to don a costume on the average day.
Halloween is that one night a year you’re allowed to be Superman or Wonder Woman.
Little kids don’t know how great they have it. They can be a superhero just about any day. Drape a bath towel over their shoulders and suddenly they have the ability to fly. Put on a glove and they can shoot webs from the palms of their hands. Don a cowboy hat and they’re Woody. The trappings don’t have to be fancy. The imagination takes care of the rest. Sidekicks can be invisible or stuffed. Any day, every day.
And they save the world every time.
For those of you recalling those days with rough terry cloth held neath your chin by your sibling’s diaper pin, this site is for you.
Growing up Heroes shows us all those pics – old and new – of youth in all its super glory.
Is it just me or does Mama have a little bit of an Elvis snarl and some hound dog sideburns? All topped off by Priscilla’s Aqua-Netted hair-spectacular.
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I had to go to Jackson to cover soccer for work last night, therefore no Halloween partying for me.
Lisa’s eyes are wigging me out, but I do appreciate the fact that Homer has the appropriate liquid accessory.
You read that piece of paper in the pic correctly. That’s a blue garbage can standing in for R2D2.
That’s right. Just don’t shave for a day, use saran wrap or packing tape to bind some butter knives and a few forks to your hands and get your X on.
The Squirrel Queen 