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I love this time of year. So much so that I looked forward to it every autumn. I still do, it's a fun day that everyone can enjoy. I take it pretty seriously, though. Our house needs to have the best decorations out there. My father and I make monsters from scratch. We make the bodies from wood spend quite a few days shaping everything properly. We set them up in the front yard with some red lights and get the driveway ready during the last few days. We have towering clowns, ghastly inmates, even a coffin with a zombieesque monster holding a decapitated head. The driveway has a large surgeon cutting open a dead body. Beside the body is a tub filled with body parts.
I sit alongside these monsters every year. In a gorilla costume. That's right, I decided one year it'd be silly if I dressed up as an ape and sat alongside these figures. My routine started in 2007, when I sat perfectly still as the kids walked up. I'd make sure my head followed them until someone noticed. The person would point me out, and I'd move slightly so the kids would get a better look. If they ignored me, I would ignore them. The ones that walked up and tried to talk would get candy! Once they went to my father, of course.
This soon caught on, I was a hit and people loved the house. A few girls would make a point to get a hug and picture with me every year. Some even come by on a weekend just to check up on me. As they get theirs hugs, they walk away saying "I love that boy so much." or "he's just so cute!"
I love being appreciated. This year was great, they went down our street four times just to squeeze the poor gorilla on Canterbury.
The best part of this; the children. They all react differently. Some are so scared when I move, they don't even bother going for candy. One girl was so startled, she tripped over her own feet and busted her lip open. Others run right up to my corner and stare, trying to see if I move. I've become patient, some kids think the gorilla is real. However, there's always that one buzzkill that just has to yell out "He's just some guy in a costume!"
It's a shame when some teen has to ruin the fun, but I've grown to live with it. I've made a lot of friends in that costume. I stand in that same position for three and a half hours. I've only took two breaks. The second year when I was sick and went to bed early. I'm dedicated. Every hour, I had to empty the mask. It was so hot that a small puddle of sweat formed in the chin of my ape mask.
Soon after the baseball girl kissed my gorilla's cheek, one of the larger groups showed up. It was an ATV towing a trailer full of children. My sister jumped out of her chair and jumped in. Megan and Mikayla, the twins I've known since third grade were back there. They asked where Alex was. I was satisfied after four minutes when they couldn't find me in the house. They laughed pretty hard, ran up for hugs, then pulled my sister by the hand to come join their trailer. She did, and I was left with my father and Julie.
Once they left, I began to grow tired. Less kids showed up, smaller groups were seen. I decided to go shower and check SWF before bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and here I am now, writing about my experience in the gorilla costume. It was a fun year, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love this time of year. So much so that I looked forward to it every autumn. I still do, it's a fun day that everyone can enjoy. I take it pretty seriously, though. Our house needs to have the best decorations out there. My father and I make monsters from scratch. We make the bodies from wood spend quite a few days shaping everything properly. We set them up in the front yard with some red lights and get the driveway ready during the last few days. We have towering clowns, ghastly inmates, even a coffin with a zombieesque monster holding a decapitated head. The driveway has a large surgeon cutting open a dead body. Beside the body is a tub filled with body parts.
I sit alongside these monsters every year. In a gorilla costume. That's right, I decided one year it'd be silly if I dressed up as an ape and sat alongside these figures. My routine started in 2007, when I sat perfectly still as the kids walked up. I'd make sure my head followed them until someone noticed. The person would point me out, and I'd move slightly so the kids would get a better look. If they ignored me, I would ignore them. The ones that walked up and tried to talk would get candy! Once they went to my father, of course.
This soon caught on, I was a hit and people loved the house. A few girls would make a point to get a hug and picture with me every year. Some even come by on a weekend just to check up on me. As they get theirs hugs, they walk away saying "I love that boy so much." or "he's just so cute!"
I love being appreciated. This year was great, they went down our street four times just to squeeze the poor gorilla on Canterbury.
The best part of this; the children. They all react differently. Some are so scared when I move, they don't even bother going for candy. One girl was so startled, she tripped over her own feet and busted her lip open. Others run right up to my corner and stare, trying to see if I move. I've become patient, some kids think the gorilla is real. However, there's always that one buzzkill that just has to yell out "He's just some guy in a costume!"
It's a shame when some teen has to ruin the fun, but I've grown to live with it. I've made a lot of friends in that costume. I stand in that same position for three and a half hours. I've only took two breaks. The second year when I was sick and went to bed early. I'm dedicated. Every hour, I had to empty the mask. It was so hot that a small puddle of sweat formed in the chin of my ape mask.
Soon after the baseball girl kissed my gorilla's cheek, one of the larger groups showed up. It was an ATV towing a trailer full of children. My sister jumped out of her chair and jumped in. Megan and Mikayla, the twins I've known since third grade were back there. They asked where Alex was. I was satisfied after four minutes when they couldn't find me in the house. They laughed pretty hard, ran up for hugs, then pulled my sister by the hand to come join their trailer. She did, and I was left with my father and Julie.
Once they left, I began to grow tired. Less kids showed up, smaller groups were seen. I decided to go shower and check SWF before bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and here I am now, writing about my experience in the gorilla costume. It was a fun year, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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