Ashley Biles Associate Editor
October 18, 2013
Fall has always been one of my favorite seasons of the year. I love the crispness in the air, watching the leaves change color and the color of blue the sky only turns this time of year. However, if I had to narrow it down, my favorite part of the season would be none other than Halloween.
It has always been a toss-up when it comes to what I love more about the holiday, the dressing up or the trick-or-treating and I have many fond memories of both from my childhood. I have been a cowgirl, a clown, a witch, Pocahontas, Cleopatra, a bumble bee and a Tina Turner cheerleader (this costume is created when a four year old pitches a fit to wear her cheerleader outfit and a wig reminiscent of Tina Turner’s hair in the late 80s). However, of all the years that I have dressed up, there is one in particular that stands out in my mind; the year I was Batgirl.
I was in first grade when I decided I wanted to be the iconic superhero and my costume mainly came from things I already had at home, such as my black leotard for my dance class and my sisters’ black shoes. I even carried a blow up toy bat with me for some reason; I suppose it was to emphasize that I was in fact “Batgirl” if anyone questioned it. All I needed to complete my look was a belt with the bat sign on it and a cape, which could easily be found at the local Walmart.
I remember my cape being in the boys costume section for Batman, because apparently in 1990 no one thought that girls would want to be superheroes too. However, I really did not care which side of the aisle I grabbed it off of, all that mattered was as soon as I put it on I became Batgirl…or at least in my mind I did. Every day leading up to Halloween I wore it around the house; most of the time running down the hall yelling “na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Batgirl!” which I’m sure I drove my family crazy. I even continued to do so after Halloween was over, to say I loved the costume would be an understatment. However, I didn’t have to have on my whole costume, just the cape would work and I played with it nearly every day until it eventually tore into shreds.
I remember that being a very sad day and since it was nowhere near Halloween, there were no costumes to be found in the tri-county area. Therefore, I had to put my Batgirl days behind me until the next year. But by the time October had rolled around and we went shopping I had moved onto some other idea for my costume, and sadly have never made it back to being Batgirl again. However, now that my nephew Brayden is old enough to go trick-or-treating I’m sure he will want to be superheroes one year and I think he would make the perfect little Robin to go along with Batgirl!