TP'ing a houseThis week I’m participating in {BLOGtober Fest} hosted by Arkansas Women Bloggers. Each day this week we’ve been given a different topic, and we’ll all be posting on that topic but with our own take on that topic. Visit BLOGtober Fest and see what all these remarkable Arkansas women are talking about today on our topic of Halloween memories. 

It all started in third grade. In the fall of that year, my little group of girlfriends (the same group who will make an appearance again shortly) talked our teacher, Mrs. York, into letting us do a series of “plays” for the class. One of them was a “talk show” that quickly devolved into silliness. The other one, though, was a re-enactment of A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. We rehearsed during recess and had our parts written out. This was in the days before YouTube so I guess we wrote this from memory? I had a cold so I played the part of Peppermint Patty. I have no idea how those two things are related, but my nine-year-old self thought they were. I can’t believe Mrs. York allowed us to do this.

Fast forward to our sophomore year. The same group of girls, with the addition of two who were a year older than we were, thought we should get creative and engage in a few Halloween pranks. We were too young for parties and too goody-goody to engage in anything actually dangerous.

For two or three years in a row, we donned Lone Ranger-style masks and bought dozens of eggs, bundle upon bundle of toilet paper, and large jars of Vaseline. In our little town, or even the town down the road, I’m sure it wasn’t at all obvious what we were up to.

It takes little imagination to guess at our pranks. We were oh so clever, donning our masks and piling in and out of someone’s vehicle that would have been recognizable to anyone in town. We didn’t do anything normal like prank people we didn’t like. No, that would have been entertaining. Instead, we used the toilet paper to decorate the trees of the houses of the boys we liked or the teachers we thought could take the joke. We scooped fingerfuls of Vaseline out of the jar and covered door knobs and the door handles of cars with it. We threw eggs, but always on the concrete steps of houses, never on cars or houses themselves because that would be really bad and cause damage. We would then run giggling away and piling back into the car parked a block or two away. Or sometimes we’d run back to my house, centrally located in town. We’d then giggle our way through a sleep over. Yeah, we were dangerous.

This same group of girls, to our collective credit, all went to college and have done productive things with our adult lives. I really think the same thing that motivated us to put on plays for our class without regard to what they would think of us also propelled us to do our silly Halloween pranks as teenagers while thinking we were pretty cool.

For the record, as evidenced at our twenty-fifth class reunion a couple of years ago, we still crack ourselves up and have little regard for what the rest of the class thinks. That’s just how darn rebellious we are.

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