I was in the local Gristedes and they had glow in the dark makeup for Halloween. I had an 8 year old epiphany. I would substitute the glow in the dark white for regular white and thereby multiply my scariness factor by 6.023*10^23! A glowing skeleton faced Grim Reaper! What could be more fearsome? (Uh..maybe being taller than 3'5"?) Quiet you!
Anyway, Mom must have been on opium that day because she bought it. Epic Win!
The big day comes and I get my costume on and as it's October and we didn't have Global Wormening (TM) then it was dark very early. I got my costume on and Mom did the face paint. ZOMFG! This is going to be awesome. Consider:
1. I am going trick or treating w/o parental supervision
2. It is dark and I am wearing all black
3. I have been issued a flashlight with less wattage than a burning cigarette
4. I am 8 years old and amped on adrenaline
5. Large piles of leaves in the gutter will necessitate extensive walking in the streets
I get the stuff on and stand in the dark with my friends. It's not glowing. I exchange my wimpy flashlight for The Real One. The one my Dad keeps around for blown fuses and such. I close my eyes and point said light at my face for a minute. I turn it off and go back into the dark. "Coooooooolll" is the unanimous response. I then realize that I had the glow in the dark paint around my eyes. The glowing may have worked but I was essentially blind. The only thing I could see was a greenish glow around the periphery of my vision and a black blob in the middle with the occasional face if they got close. Well, I suffer for my art I guess. I said nothing of being now essentially blind and, as a bonus, invisible to the cars on the streets I'd be walking. Nice parenting Mom!
(As and aside it's a wonder I don't have like eye cancer or something considering the crap they used to use in glow in the dark products)
The glowing would wear off rather quickly but would recharge just enough under the lights of the front doors to blind me from time to time.
When I at last returned home with my 44 pounds of hard earned loot it was duly sorted, accounted for and gave Mom and Dad their due. Dad's rule was "I get anything you don't want". Necco wafers, raisins, Bit-o-Honey, Mary Jane and Almond Joy are all yours Dad. Can't remember what Mom liked but it was probably a token piece of chocolate or something.
I washed the face paint off and got into bed. I fell asleep watching the green glow of the periphery fade. Guess I should have washed better