I was the tooth fairy. I’m 6’3″ 250 with a full beard. tutu and little fairy wings, it was pretty good. I won first place that year.
I dressed as a table for halloween when I was 10. I cut a hole in a large piece of cardboard, then glued tableware on top of a tablecloth, which I put over the cardboard base. When I put it over my head, it balanced on my shoulders and stayed in place.
This sounded like a good idea at the time, and when I wore it to school, I was the coolest kid there (I had to take it off to do my schoolwork). Well, when it was time for trick or treating, I realized a major flaw in my design. I couldn’t reach around the cardboard. That was okay, my dad came with me and held my bag for the candy. Well, we walked outside my house, and I missed a step on our walkway. I tripped (it’s kind of hard to see where you’re stepping when you can’t see your feet) and fell down another 2 steps, since I couldn’t reach around the table to stop myself. About half hour of blood and tears later, I was okay, but I didn’t want to trick or treat after that. And that’s the story of how I ruined halloween for myself before it even started.
We had just bought a treadmill and we had kept the box. It was about 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and 2 feet deep, big enough to easily fit my 12-year-old son. We cut holes in one end for his feet, put straps on the sides, decorated the box and covered the front with cellophane. He went as an action figure (professional skateboarder Ryan Scheckler), with his skateboard and helmet inside the box as accessories. We had a hole in the front of the cellophane for people to reach in with candy. He would pick it up to walk from door to door, then set it down so he looked like a perfect action figure when they came to hand out candy.
I wore a homemade skunk costume. Everyone thought I was a cute kitty cat until they gave me candy, I turned to walk away, and there was a big white stripe going down my back.