My Childhood Memories
(All pictures may be clicked upon to be made extremely large so that you may scrutinize my youth.)
I was rooting around to find some pictures of the cutest little jean shorts in history when I came across this book. Now. This book has some evidence, hard evidence that I was at once a very scrawny, no eyebrowed freak that vowed to beat up her sister better.
I was also very concerned with the names of the horses that I rode at camp, thunder and apparently my father's work ethic. Oh, and the plight of the Africanized Honey Bee.
A smart child with high goals (see below), I was bound and determined... to run up the street and back... three times.
I am sure that the course of my life would have taken a different path if someone would have just given me a goddamn sandwich already.
I had hobbies that included: dressing up the family cat in festive hatware, giving my mother baleful looks of indignation and cutting off my eyebrows with my mothers cuticle scissors.