Well you didn't have them. It's not like now when you go into supermarkets and buy your child the most adorable bride of Dracula tutu or dress your little boy up as an intricate pirate ghost. No we had masks. And probably a choice of three. In fact I can only really remember one. A witches one. It was made out of the cheapest plastic humanly possible and if the mask itself didn't crack and tear your face to shreds? The elastic band would destroy your thin kid hair. I am sad my children will never know the true pain of Halloween
Top row. Second from the left. My only ever Halloween outfit of choice!
Who needs to pay £15 for a dead nice outfit when you can just get your Mum to fashion ANYTHING out of a black plastic bag? It can be a witches cape, or a vampires cape or a...mmmmm...well we only ever dressed up as witches and vampires. Unless your Mum was dead generous and you were allowed to draw on a white sheet and be a ghost. That however NEVER happened in my household #stillresentful.
Yep. This is all we had to work with.
Now your little ones can watch Shrek Halloween specials. Or pop on Netflix (when I was a kid Netflix would have been seen as an impossible futuristic thing of dreams) and watch Hotel Transylvania 2. We had? Grotbags. That was it. If YouTube was invented in the 1980s? Any Halloween make up tutorials would be based on 'How To Make Yourself Look Like Grotbags'. Also known as 'buy the cheapest green face paint, cover your whole face in it, and then wear a bin bag'. BOOM! Look achieved.
I am not entirely sure I ever actually saw a real pumpkin when I was a child? I certainly didn't carve one. I remember watching Beverly Hills 90210 and thinking "God Halloween IS SO COOL in America". And then looking at my one cardboard decoration that had hastily been shoved up and wishing desperately I was a USA teen.
WHY COULDN'T I LOOK LIKE KELLY TAYLOR!??
Trick Or Treating
In the 80's and early 90's things were different. And by things were different I mean we felt no fear. As a small child it would be perfectly OK to go and roam the streets. Not only asking strangers for sweets but then if they didn't give you any? You would play a trick on the f*ckers. I would NEVER let my kids do this. Trick Or Treating will take place in three family friendly houses on my road, with me gripping tightly to their hands for fear of them being stolen. Any trick will involve them maybe sticking their tongue out and apologising profusely directly afterwards.
At the end of the evening you would look at your Trick Or Treating loot and it would be whatever random crap was lying around your neighbours house. There would be no pumpkin encrusted Haribo, or a lolly in the shape of a ghost. There may have been a Kit Kat or perhaps a Marathon or some Opal Fruits. That was it. But you felt great. Even though you had a cut the length of your cheek where your witch mask had split, your hands were going to be green for a week from your Grotbags facepaint and your Mum was screaming something about her best sheet...happy days.
Photo Credits: http://forum.shoppingtelly.com/forum/showthread.php?20094-OPI-T-Caller-was-it-Grotbags, http://kinosize.ru/serial/237