Trying to make me different...
My mom (who by this time divorced my Dad cause she knew he was keeping me down in a world where i was to flourish) decided to make me unique. Nice Braids Mom! Notice the marshmallow peeps and bunnies, I was always so bitter that I got those for Easter since I hate marshmallows...she told me only a year ago, she used to give them to me intentionally so she could eat them.
After the horrible braid incident, I wanted to be back to the beautiful girl I once knew existed. Thus I started my great Ballet career in which i dressed in my Ballet costume and walked around the streets of Sewickley, trying to pick up men by looking prim and proper at the age of 7.
Realizing what I was becoming...
My mom sold me off to be a migrant farm worker in TX. Here is one of the pictures I had to send home to show how happy I was mining the Strawberry fields. Next!