I was born in 1976. Some of my siblings last night, on the family page, went wild with history that was going on at their time of birth. It was interesting. I googled my own but got distracted with remembering the 80's and 90's. The parts of living in a little girls mind without the history lesson, that is... Sunday mornings. Tight braids and hair balls. Unbearably tight braids that made my eyes water. I'd go to the mirror to make sure my eyes weren't squinting. Thick cotton socks stuffed inside black shiny buckle shoes. The buckles were often stretched out on the shoes, so that they buckled loosely at best. And the hair balls also had lost their elasticity. The Dress...double knit polyester, green with big purple flowers. Hot and scratchy. Jelly shoes and moon boots. If you know, you know. Tights that hung low in the crotch. No such thing as leggings. Big glasses. Didn't care. Could finally see actual blades of grass and leaves on trees. Barefoot, mowing lawn. Gre...
Congrats to Bruce, and to Shilah too! It would be nice to have an EMT in the family - someone who knows what to do in any medical emergency! Have fun on your get-away (slightly jealous)!
ReplyDeleteWhen I get your age I can only hope to be as pretty as you.
ReplyDeleteAmy, you're so full of it. Be very hopeful... You are almost my age so you have not long to wait... Ha! I felt like Magdelina Pagdelina when I looked in the mirror this morning.
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