tsCasey+W.

When I was in kindergarten, I was a hula dancer for Halloween. Who knows how I got this crazy idea into my head, but I think it was because earlier that month our family had gone to Disney world. When we were there we went to a luau one night, I was so fascinated by the performers' ornate costumes. So when it came time for Halloween, I told my mom that I was going to be a hula dancer and nothing else. After searching everywhere (and I mean everywhere) for a hula skirt and having no luck, my mom decided to make me one out of strips of green sparkly cellophane sewn onto a piece of elastic. For my outfit I also wore a lei and a Hawaiian print shirt with shorts and my “skirt” on top. Even though my costume was **pretty bad** I thought __I looked like a million bucks__. When I went to school that day everyone had costumes they had bought. Some people were ninjas, power rangers, princesses, and animals. Even though I had a homemade costume I actually didn’t feel left out or upset because my costume was unlike anyone else’s, nobody even thought about being a hula dancer but me.

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