Halloween is Overrated

I remember as a child, Halloween being my very favorite of holidays. My little creative mind was always racing, thinking up ideas that surely no other child would think of as a costume for this great night. I was always creative in my thinking in ways like that, unfortunately so was my father, or he seemed to believe. I was creative in coming up with ideas of monsters I wanted to be each year and just how I wanted to look. My father was creative in making me believe he could make my costume look just as I imagined it. No need to spend any money on putting one together, I knew  that was a bad sign, So I let my father work his magic trusting that maybe this year he would pull it off. But no, never, not once, not even close. 

I can't help but think that the costume my father created for me each year played a big part in people turning off their porch lights when I was only three feet from the front door ready to shout out my very best “Trick or Treat” greeting and get a handful of candy. Apparently people kept running out of candy just before I got there to their front door. Once I got home and looked in the mirror I saw the work of the creative genius, my father, I then immediately came up with another conclusion as to lights going off and doors closing, people didn't want me to see them laughing. I can appreciate that, I guess. Either my father had very little faith in my Creative Vision or else he wasn't telling me the truth about how creative he was in being able to make a costume exactly the way I envisioned it. Apparently he was pretty proud of the work he did on my costume though, for he was always sure to take a picture of me in it.

Now as an adult looking back at that time in my life, I can't help but imagine my father out having drinks with his buddies and telling them, “You guys are going to love this!”, and then telling them about something I did to get myself in trouble and how he didn't even punish me. He then pulls a picture out of his pocket, holds it up and says, “Instead I did this!”, as they all break into hysterical laughter.

Oh well, Halloween is overrated!

Author's Note

This was written for a writing class as an in-class assignment to write a Halloween story based on authors past memory. My father was terrible at making our costumes and this story is just my attempt at making a humorous story out of my fathers terrible costume work on his children for Halloween a couple different years, until my mother put a stop to it and bought us costumes,

Reviews

[LastMonth]

Not bad at all.
Leaves a somewhat bitter taste in your mouth though,
It's almost cruel, the way the father behaves towards his child. At least, if the POV's assumption is correct.
Far more plausible is that the Father simply cared for his child and did his best every year.

Other then that, the story is well told.
Only one thing I'd correct is this,

''My father was creative in believing we didn't need to spend any money on putting one of my costumes together, no matter how extravagant for he himself could make me look exactly the way I imagined myself to look. But no, never, not even once, not even close. ''

This whole paragraph is a bit of a mess.
'No matter how extravagant for he himself could make me look exactly the way I imagined myself to look.'

I found myself fumbling and trying to understand exactly what was the meaning of this sentence. Is it about him being able to create the best costumes? Or not? Or him being cheap? Or.. Umh. I'm not quite sure.''

''But no, never, not even once, not even close. ''
Then this, I'm completly lost at this point.
The story is good, but it could use some cleaning up. And maybe cut down on the commas and make the sentences more straightforward.

Keep up the good work.

[Timothy G. Britton]

Thank you for your kind words and insight. I very muck welcome and value your words of critique, I immediately saw what you were pointing out to me and went in to do some fixes.
This was a writing class assignment a few days ago where we were given twenty minutes to write a short story on memory from a Halloween past. There is some truth to my story but I had my fun with it too.

Thanks again for your great critique. I'm a poet by heart, so short stories are something new to me, I'm sure there is a lot that I will need pointed out to me in my short stories to come.

[LastMonth]

Well. This is pretty darn good for 20 minutes.