I already have my pumpkin. I was twelve when I was deemed of age to carve my own pumpkin. I promptly learned some important things, for example, never use a jackknife . I succeeded in carving up myself more than the pumpkin. The year after, armed with a firm and steady paring knife, I found the sweet success involved in lovingly hacking out eyebrows and mustaches without doing the same to yourself.
Costumes are always the most intricate part of the occasion.
You can tell a lot about people by their Halloween costumes. I started out with a stint as a spook, then graduated to Dracula. I have been a highwayman, a spider's web, and yes, even that paragon of Halloween geekiness, a totem pole. Everyone thought I was a candy bar, or maybe Gumby. I'd spent hours gluing felt faces on my costume, and did not feel I resembled some green clay man in any way.