One year, when I was still very young, my mother and I decided it would be so cool for me to be Raggedy Ann for Halloween. She made my costume and hair and did the makeup for me.
Thrilled at our innovation and hoping that no one else had thought to be the same, I was dropped off at the golf club’s evening haunted house games – and shocked that not only was no one dressed like me, but that I was avoided because I wasn’t “twinning.”
You know, matching all of the other rich kids’ stereotypes of trying to best one another…oh yes, I had certainly outdone them all with my own category!
I guess it was just too much to ask that there, I would have found my Raggedy Andy.
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