When I was 5 or 6 years old I begged my mom to watch the movie Beetlejuice, she was super hesitant since she had already dealt with me crying and needing to be removed from the theater while watching Ursula during The Little Mermaid. I promised It wouldn’t keep me up at night and that I wouldn’t get scared. Turns out I was like super brave, had no bad dreams and loooved Beetlejuice. I begged her to be him for Halloween. She went along with it, painted my face white, sprayed my hair green and hooked me up with the tiniest black and white striped suit she could find. Big thanks to my mom for letting me be whatever the heck I wanted for Halloween and in real life.