Walking down the dark street I could barely see the beam from my mom’s flashlight, but I wasn’t afraid. Just excited. I felt superhero strong. It didn’t matter that the oval eyeholes in my plastic mask were set too wide for my 5-year-old face or that my breath collected as condensation on the inside, making my face a wet mess. It didn’t matter that my costume tied in the back over the bulk of my winter coat. I was Isis, my favorite Hollywood hero, a schoolteacher who turns into an Egyptian goddess and saves the day. On TV, Isis was strong and beautiful and wore jewelry with mystical transforming powers. I felt transformed as well, though I had no crisis to contain or problem to solve. I was a bit disappointed the costume didn’t come with gold arm cuffs, but once I shoved the first chocolate bar into my mouth, I didn’t care. My quest was to collect as much candy as I could before bedtime, eating enough along the way to maintain a sugar rush/Jill Barville, SR. More here.

Question: How do you come up with ideas for Halloween costumes?