Halloween can be cold in my neighborhood. Some years there’s snow on the ground. The weather can play havoc with costume plans.
One year–I must have been six or seven–my mom made me wear a winter coat over my costume. How humiliating! The matter got worse when the nasty old lady three or four doors down answered her door and said, “Where’s your costume? That’s no costume.” As if she couldn’t see the snow swirling around us.
She had a point. I should have worn my costume over my winter coat.