LJ Idol Topic 3 Coprolite
In 1987, on Halloween, I was five years old. I had just started kindergarten that August, so I was just getting use to the whole school thing. When I learned that I could wear a costume to school for Halloween, I was excited. My mom spent weeks (maybe months) making my costume, and I thought it was the best thing ever. I couldn’t wait to be the envy of everyone in my class when I walked into school as a dinosaur!
This costume was nothing more than a hand-made, emerald green, jump suit with a hood and tail. Bright yellow spikes were stuffed and sewed on the back from head to tail. It even had yellow stuffed paws that slipped over the hands and feet. Though, the moment my five year old self slipped into that costume, I was magically transformed into the most glorious stegosaurus (my favorite dinosaur).
My scales gleamed brightly in the autumn sunrise as I walked to the bus stop. My spikes were razor sharp; They were ready and waiting to defend me if such a time arose. A T. Rex wasn’t going to catch me off guard. Sadly, something did catch me off guard, but it wasn’t another dinosaur looking for a meal. It was the sliding doors on the bus. Apparently, the steps to get on the bus were too narrow for my tail, and it got caught as I turned the corner to sit down in the seats. There were a few snickers and grins, but I managed to wriggle out of the whole ordeal relatively unharmed. Despite the slight mishap on the bus, the rest of the morning went smoothly (though sadly there wasn‘t a costume contest).
Even though I was looking forward to wearing my costume to school, I was even more excited about trick or treating in my grandma’s neighborhood that night. The idea of getting piles upon piles of candy from a bunch of old people was thrilling. Plus, it was always a special treat to visit grandma. I knew she would gush affection upon me because I was her sweet little angel (well dinosaur ).
My mom, cousins, and a couple of aunts started our quest for candy just as it was turning dark and cold on that Halloween night. Old people at their doors exclaimed happily upon seeing me as a dinosaur. I swear a couple of them placed just a tad bit more candy in my bag than they did my cousins. My costume was just that great, after all.
It was towards the end of the night, and we were all getting tired. We stopped off at one more house before walking back to grandma’s house to sort our candy (to make sure it was safe). An older woman opened the door, and like everyone else exclaimed happily upon seeing me. She didn’t have a clue as to what I actually was though.
"What are you, my dear? An alligator?"
Alligator?! The woman must have been blind. Could she not see my shining scales or the pointy spikes on my tail? Could she not see my massive feet and hands? I was insulted. I was a peaceful dinosaur though, so I sweetly told her what I was. She laughed in delight, and called her husband to the door to show him the costume. I think he gave a noncommittal grunt, as if he was annoyed that his old woman made him get up from his comfy chair while he was watching the game just to see some stupid kid in a costume.
Despite my tail getting stuck in the bus door, and some old woman thinking I was an alligator, I had a great time that evening. I scored a ton of candy, but most importantly I got to be a dinosaur for a day. Not many kids can say that.
(The epic dinosaur! Okay, so I might not have been epic, but I was adorable.).
This costume was nothing more than a hand-made, emerald green, jump suit with a hood and tail. Bright yellow spikes were stuffed and sewed on the back from head to tail. It even had yellow stuffed paws that slipped over the hands and feet. Though, the moment my five year old self slipped into that costume, I was magically transformed into the most glorious stegosaurus (my favorite dinosaur).
My scales gleamed brightly in the autumn sunrise as I walked to the bus stop. My spikes were razor sharp; They were ready and waiting to defend me if such a time arose. A T. Rex wasn’t going to catch me off guard. Sadly, something did catch me off guard, but it wasn’t another dinosaur looking for a meal. It was the sliding doors on the bus. Apparently, the steps to get on the bus were too narrow for my tail, and it got caught as I turned the corner to sit down in the seats. There were a few snickers and grins, but I managed to wriggle out of the whole ordeal relatively unharmed. Despite the slight mishap on the bus, the rest of the morning went smoothly (though sadly there wasn‘t a costume contest).
Even though I was looking forward to wearing my costume to school, I was even more excited about trick or treating in my grandma’s neighborhood that night. The idea of getting piles upon piles of candy from a bunch of old people was thrilling. Plus, it was always a special treat to visit grandma. I knew she would gush affection upon me because I was her sweet little angel (well dinosaur ).
My mom, cousins, and a couple of aunts started our quest for candy just as it was turning dark and cold on that Halloween night. Old people at their doors exclaimed happily upon seeing me as a dinosaur. I swear a couple of them placed just a tad bit more candy in my bag than they did my cousins. My costume was just that great, after all.
It was towards the end of the night, and we were all getting tired. We stopped off at one more house before walking back to grandma’s house to sort our candy (to make sure it was safe). An older woman opened the door, and like everyone else exclaimed happily upon seeing me. She didn’t have a clue as to what I actually was though.
"What are you, my dear? An alligator?"
Alligator?! The woman must have been blind. Could she not see my shining scales or the pointy spikes on my tail? Could she not see my massive feet and hands? I was insulted. I was a peaceful dinosaur though, so I sweetly told her what I was. She laughed in delight, and called her husband to the door to show him the costume. I think he gave a noncommittal grunt, as if he was annoyed that his old woman made him get up from his comfy chair while he was watching the game just to see some stupid kid in a costume.
Despite my tail getting stuck in the bus door, and some old woman thinking I was an alligator, I had a great time that evening. I scored a ton of candy, but most importantly I got to be a dinosaur for a day. Not many kids can say that.
(The epic dinosaur! Okay, so I might not have been epic, but I was adorable.).