The first Halloween I remember was when I was five years old. My mother decided I would be a witch. I was too little to really care what I was, although if anyone had asked me, I’d have wanted to be a princess but my mom was certain that you had to be something scary for Halloween, so witch it was.
It was 1968 and I had one of those plastic masks with a thread of elastic. I also had a witch top with a sort of skirt that I wore pants under because it was a bit chilly. My mom got me an extra witch had with a wig on it so I had very black hair. My hair, as a child had been cut short because it was easier for my mom to deal with.
We had a Halloween party at my kindergarten that year. The day was windy and not very nice. I remember as we stood out there we all talked about being blown away. I leaped into the air and the wind caught me for an instant and I was certain I had almost flown. Because I was a witch that day.
While I tried again and again, I never actually got to fly, but it was fun to think I almost did and that there was a possibility, even if only for that one day.