In my earliest Halloween memory, I’m wearing a homemade clown outfit that my mom made. I must have been in 3rd or 4th grade. I remember waving to her at the end of our driveway, as the school bus stopped in front of our house. I must have looked kind of like that kid in “A Christmas Story,” you know, who got the pink bunny suit as a gift from his Aunt? Only, for the record, I’m wearing a clown suit, not a bunny suit.

I’m thinking that the reason this memory is so clear is because part of me insists that I’ve seen old home movies of this incident occurring. But even seeing this film is such a long-time-ago memory, I can’t be sure.