Earliest Halloween Memory

My earliest Halloween memory was in kindergarten. My mom made me a bride costume, I felt like a princess because the dress had little pearl beads on it and I had never seen a beaded dress before. I got to wear one of my mom's nice necklaces. My mom always made us the lovliest costumes. I loved falling asleep listening to her sewing machine, and getting up in the morning to see the progress.
A huge childhood Halloween moment for me was the year we stumbled upon a huge yard haunt with rotisserie motorized props and all. I was in awe. I spoke of nothing else for weeks. My dad and I built a few simple props for our yard. A guillotine, some tombstones, a static groundbreaker, and some leaf-stuffed monsters. I was really shy and didn't have many friends, but all the kids at school started approaching me to tell me how cool my yard was. It was fun. My dad started collecting rotisserie motors and the following Halloween, when I came home from school, my yard was full of motorized monsters. He had taken the day off work to put it together to surprise me. Every year after that, we built it together.
I guess to me Halloween=love.

I can remember my first Halloween at age 5 very distinctly because both myself and my sister were dressed identically (she's a year younger than me). We were both dressed as witches in costumes made by my whole family. We were not rich but my parents and grandparents were very creative in making our costumes. My grandmother and mother took black cotton fabric and sewed two long sleeved tunics. They added a short capelet and bordered it with those black and white swirled pom poms that dangle from a cord (when my sister and I got too close they would hook into each other). My dad and grandfather made us witches hats out of very thick poster board and cardboard and painted them black. They were held on with chin ties and they stood straight up. I remember how beautiful the night was and how the air smelled of autumn and seeing all the kids going up and down the street with their loot bags. My parents started our tradition of using pillow cases as loot bags. I fell in love with Halloween then and it still remains my favourite time of year.

I was probably 5. I was a pumpkin, all stuffed with pillows,and I had a little hat that was a stem. I remember my stepdad (who's 6'6) dressed up in a giant bunny costime. He sort of looked like this >
He took me around in my grandparent's neighborhood, and everyone was terrified of him. We had so much fun.
My grandma would always make cakes, and she had these cake topper-ornamental things that were witches and happy pumpkins. My mom still has them, and hopefully I can fanagle those out of her soon.