I don't know if my father made a conscious effort to make me a tomboy...but I do recall a few suspicious occasions...like when I was in kindergarten and I wanted to be Strawberry Shortcake for Halloween...Dad bought me a Sleestak costume instead and convinced me that being a fictional prehistoric lizard was cooler than a cartoon character that smelled of Kool-aid. I came home from school crying...the Halloween party at school was brutal. That night for Trick-or-Treat, I was Apricot (the store was all out of Strawberry Shortcakes, Apricot was a 'b' character from the show...but at least I didn't have to be The Purple Pieman).
After kindergarten, my parents worked A LOT. I was a latchkey kid from the first grade on...cue the violins. I entertained myself with dolls and Barbies until I took an interest in the opposite sex. And then (as my dad would say) I went 'boy crazy'. Oh well...I didn't turn out so bad and trust me...I tried my very best not to.
Pitchas of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
first or second grade - bags under my eyes, teeth probably not brushed, hair definitely not brushed, ca. 1981
Fast forward seven years...I don't have any pictures of myself from the ages 6-13 years.
Fast forward seven years...I don't have any pictures of myself from the ages 6-13 years.
Whoa! You at fifteen! Holy cow! Flashback! I'm smelling chlorine and swimming pools all of a sudden...
ReplyDeleteit's funny don't you think? when you can see all your life in different pictures, all of then like a chain of memories link one with other, by the way, you look really beauty in the high school graduation pic.
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