When I was little Halloween was one of those holidays that was more exciting in thought than execution. Like butt sex. I would beg for a costume and most times get nothing but some fangs and blood capsules that I was afraid to use because I just knew I'd be that dumb kid that swallowed them. Honestly, the only costume I can even think of was this Skeletor one that I got. Took me forever to find an image of one since I figured everyone who ever wore it still lives with the embarrassment of it.
When my mother brought this home I screamed like a little girl. The costume consisted of a mask that was held on to my face with a thin rubberband that broke within minutes of being used. I walked around with one hand holding on to the mask. The outfit was one of those old fashioned plastic ones that I'm pretty sure is no longer made due to fire hazards. As cheap as it looks in hindsight I felt pretty badass when I wore it.