Lemondrop

There are some things we will never forgive our parents for, and at the top of the list is that ridiculous Halloween costume from the fourth grade. We asked you to tell us about the most embarrassing costumes from years past so we could sympathize with your childhood trauma.

Jen: One year I was a Christmas tree. My mom made it out of felt and we cut out circles from different colors of felt to make the ornaments. The best part? We painted small boxes and cut holes in them for my feet as "presents under the tree."

Caroline: I remember being 5, in a purple body cast. My mother put some wings on me, a tin foil horn and a cardboard eye on my forehead and wheeled me around as a one-eyed one horn flying purple people eater.

Allison: One year as a child I decided I wanted to dress up as an ice cream. Yes. An Ice cream cone. My mom *attempted* to make this costume, though as soon as I saw it, I realized it was a mistake -- I can't even remember how my mom made it cone shaped. My dad tried to spray paint a styrofoam ball to put on top of my head as a cherry. But spray paint + styrofoam = burning, rapidly disintegrating blob of styrofoam. All the neighbors gave me very confused looks, even after I told them what I was. It was humiliating, but it was too late to switch, especially after my mom had put in all that work.

Sarah: In the first grade, while everyone else dressed as clowns and lions, my mom dressed me up as a picnic table. She glued empty drink pouches, plates, plastic-ware and napkins to a red checkered table cloth. Only slightly better than the year I went as Mary Poppins and everyone kept asking me why I chose to go as a hobo. Now I just go as easily recognizable, unmistakable things, like a giant bag of M&Ms.

Keep reading for more humiliating Halloween costumes!

Deelu: Barney ... my little brother was Baby Bop. I don't know who is more scarred from that experience.

Janet:
I was sick one year when I was about five or six so I was not allowed to go out, but I guess I cried enough that my mom let me. But [I] did not have a costume, so she put me in my bathrobe, draped a towel over my head and I held a baby doll ... I was the virgin Mary. Creative for the last minute, I guess ...

Heather H: I believe it was either 4th grade or 5th grade that I convinced my mother to make me a pinata costume. I have no idea what I was thinking, but I do know that that same year my sister was a gumball machine.

Nic: I was about 11. I lived on a farm and this particular year the peacock had shed all of his tail feathers. I collected a bunch and made them into a fan tail (lifesize, mind you) that was attached to a belt that I then strapped on. I wore purple and blue, and did some fancy face painting. I looked really cool till I realized that trick-or-treating was definitely going to prove difficult. Needless to say, I left a trail of peacock feathers all over the neighborhood. Everyone knew which houses I had trick-or-treated at.