In 1982, the parents dressed us up as a 6 year old skeleton (the sis) and a 4 year old Count Dracula (me). What I find peculiar about the photo on the left is that it seems to demonstrate a bit of a personality reversal for us. My sister, never the one to be shy in front of the camera as a child seems to posture herself here as a demure little girl, hesitantly posing with her very dramatic little sister. I mean, look at that pose! (Well, for me it was dramatic.) The photo on the right seems a little more appropriate as I can hear my four year old self saying in a high-pitched, nasally voice muffled by the mask, “What mom? Hold my hands up how? Am I done now?” At least the mask makes me look like I’m smiling under there.
(Oh, and props to the parents for choosing a skeleton costume a whole two years before Johnny Lawrence made tough, blonde, karate-kicking guys every where want to wear one just like it!)