Karisma is our hostess for this week and here is her challenge:
"I want you to take a trip down memory lane, and keep right on going, right back to your childhood. And I want to hear "THAT STORY". You remember the one? Yes, you do! The one your parents, siblings, extended family or friends, would never let you forget, live down or get over!"
Oh I really struggled with this one. I have lots of interesting childhood memories, but none of them are the kind that other people torment me about.
Must be because I was so perfect in every way as a child. (Yes, I'm gagging on my spoonful of sugar here.)
So here is a gratuitous and adorable 1-year-old me:
Truth be told, though, I was a geeky child. Glasses at age 8, braces (more than three years' worth) starting at age 9. Yes, I had glasses and braces at the same time -- starting in the fourth grade. Oh, the trauma. There are no pictures of this travesty because:
1) I NEVER took a photo with my glasses on.
2) I NEVER would have smiled with the braces either.
One of the things that makes me laugh hysterically today is that I had these cat-eye glasses in the third grade that, as I grew into adulthood, I remembered as the worst things EVER. They were oval shaped that swept up into little points on the sides, similar to these
but only in the shape, not in the coolio little decorations. They also weren't red. I had a pair in pink and a pair in blue, both with little sparkles inside the plastic. Hideous really.
So, imagine my hysterical laughter (internal, never out loud) when the Roo-girl picked these out on her last eye doctor appointment:
Ah. What goes around comes around.