A True Halloween Story...Trigger Warning!
This is my politically-incorrect, totally factual, but totally innocent (on my part, anyway) Halloween story.
I was about 4 or 5 years old, and it was the Halloween season, so I was drawing and coloring a Halloween picture. I had drawn a ghost, a white amorphous shape with two black eyes, and now I wanted to draw a sp00k, but I didn't know what a sp00k looks like.
My Daddy was nearby, reading the paper. I asked him, "Daddy, what's the difference between a ghost and a sp00k?"
Daddy didn't even look up from his paper. He said, "Spooks are black."
OK. Now I knew what to do. I drew a black amorphous shape with two white eyes, and that was my sp00k.
I was several years into adulthood before I understood what my Daddy had meant.