I warned you that I went through a rough period during my childhood.
I believe it began in 5th grade.
Sweet disproportionate shag-aroo and gigantically proportioned teardrop glasses! And, the plaid….why the plaid, mommy…
And bring out the neat-o, girl, cuz you. are. workin’. that patch pocket.
I am SO groovin’ my groovy here, although my sister in the background did an ambitious button-up job she should proud of. Thumbs up, G.
Really? Could I be any more of a goober?
Thanks mommy for letting me start 7th grade, the most socially crucial period of my life, with a Holly Hobby shirt and faux denim bell-bottomed overalls. You sealed my destiny with that fortune cookie.
And then the moment when we all come into our own, I didn’t. I started my impressionable freshman year of highschool as a boy.
I hope you enjoyed this little journey through my awkward, floundering years. I didn’t.


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