Mine would be the time my dad rigged a harness and “hung” himself from the carport beam, dressed to look like a stuffed Halloween decoration. He would grab at the bigger kids and parents when they came up to the door for candy. Scared the living bejeezus out of them.
Reading this little pumpkin shaped glow in the dark book about a witch. My whimsy levels went through the roof.
I wish I could remember what the book was called
Oh shit, I googled for what I could remember and I found it:
A very scary jack-o’-lantern