I think it's probably pretty normal to imagine what God would be like if you met him. When I was a kid, I was fairly certain that God would be just like my Pap Pap Jay. Someone who would constantly offer you more food and drink if you were at his house, who wouldn't seem to believe you if you said you were full. Someone who would show up at your house with boxes of items from his garage, like '70s sherpa-lined vests or belt buckles, that he didn't need anymore, but he was sure you did. Someone who called you Pumpkin and hugged you a lot and always volunteered to help people with projects, whether the help was solicited or not.
As I got a little older, say sixth grade, I revised this picture a little bit. I now imagined God to be a mixture of my Pap Pap and my softball coach, Mr. Baier. Someone who always cheered you on, who wouldn't get angry or frustrated when you hit seventeen foul balls in a row, one of which denting a car in the parking lot. Someone who would give you good advice about the game, even if you could never seem to put it into action very well. Someone who always smiles and seems genuinely glad to see you.
You know what, come to think of it, I still think God is like this.
GRAPES, BUNCH OF
When I was younger, I always wanted to be a bunch of grapes for Halloween. I envisioned the costume consisting of many purple balloons attached to some type of purple leotard and tights, with a hat that looked like a stem. I think I got the idea from the Fruit of the Loom commercials of the day. I'm sure you remember these guys: