My favorite Halloween memory? Easy.
Any time I crimped my hair.
Least favorite Halloween? Any time I didn't crimp my hair.
The above photo is from middle school, which was arguably one of my favorite Halloweens. We were at that perfect age when we were still young enough to get candy trick or treating (or so we thought) but we were also old enough to run around the neighborhood like a huge pack of little heathens, flirting with all the cute middle school boys.
I remember I got to stay out until 10:00 p.m. (which was crazy late for a school night) and it was the best thing ever. That is until the one girl who had developed boobs decided to let all the cute middle school boys feel them, thus stealing all the attention for the night. Boobs > crimped hair (to a middle school boy anyway.)
Naturally I devoted an entire diary entry to her a few days later.
Just for the record "Meg" let the guys feel her boobs over the top of her sweatshirt. A very thick sweatshirt. And if I remember correctly, they were actually just poking her boobs like a child would poke... well someone's boobs.
However I sure thought I was the authority on who deserved to "suffer the consequences" and who didn't. Such a judgy little thing I was, most flat girls were.
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