When I was about 11 years old my vocabulary was not as extensive as it is now. There were meanings to some words I did not know. Surprised?
I was a very prissy little girl. Always had my hair brushed perfectly and not tomboyish at all. Everyone always commented on how I was always so neatly presented. I think my Mom had a lot to do with that. I slept in curlers every night until I was of an age where I told my mom "enough!"
My Godmother was someone I thought highly of and I would become very upset at the idea that she would think badly of me. My cousin, (the thirteen year old witch who inducted me into adulthood by finding my dad's trash books and giving me one to read...she taught me everything I didn't need to know at a very young age) well, one particular day, my Godmother was visiting along with the witch of a cousin and apparently my Mother and Godmother were talking about how "feminine" I was. Overhearing the conversation, I, of course, did not know what feminine meant so I decided to ask my cousin, Darlene, the witch.
She, knowing how I was, decided to tell me it was something awful and I really wouldn't want to know what it meant. I was devastated and started crying. After my Godmother left, I went to my mother and asked her why they had said such horrible things about me? My mother was clueless, so I explained what I was referring to.
My mother sat me down and told me exactly what "feminine" meant and to this day I’ve been very proud to be called that!
The story behind this picture and my gorgeous hair: My mother, as I said, always had me in curlers at night. This particular day was picture day and apparently a very damp day. After removing my curlers, she pinned my hair in this uptight looking roll, instructing me to take it down before having my picture taken. Of course, I'm in the third grade and completely forgot! Imagine my mothers surprise when the pictures arrived in her hands? Her darling little girl looked like Princess Leia somewhat undone.