One Halloween I…won a bag of peanuts.
As you can see, this post is going to be a gem.
I remember walking around on the school’s crowded black top in my Raisin Bran box, the leg holes cut a little too small, forcing me to do more of a shuffle. I was pretty sure I was going to win a prize for my creativity and originality, but apparently the judges didn’t like my two scoops.
It was okay because I won some peanuts the same day in a contest at our school library. The contest was to guess the number of peanuts contained in a large jar. I remember submitting my guess the week prior and going home that night thinking there must have been double what I guessed. I was really worried. I wanted to change my number, but it was too late. I had guessed 290.
Well, it turned out that there were 291 peanuts in the jar. I guessed closest. I rocked. They announced my name over the loud speaker. I was really excited. It was the first thing I had ever won by pure luck (except that black cat cake in the second grade Halloween party cake walk).
Unfortunately, I didn’t like peanuts. I would much rather have won the second prize – the Frankenstein Mad Libs book. But you can’t carry around a Mad Libs book like a trophy as easily as a bag of peanuts. That giant bag wouldn’t fit in my book bag, so I had no choice. I probably didn’t need to carry it over my head like it was the WWF Championship belt, but people wouldn’t have noticed it otherwise.
That started my winning streak. I’ve won a lot of things over the years: a tuxedo, a coffee mug, magnets, spoons…the list goes on. I probably shouldn’t brag, I want you guys to come back to my blog, so I’ll stop.
Anyway, that’s what happened to me one Halloween. I told you this post would be a gem.
I totally would have put the picture of me wearing my Raisin Bran box while holding my bag of peanuts picture, but I couldn’t find it.
So, do you have an interesting Halloween memory?
This post is part of Finish the Sentence Friday.