Friday, April 10, 2009
I am in fifth grade in this picture. This was the first time my mom ever let me have a skirt and blouse. The skirt was navy blue pleats and I absolutely loved it. Did not love the hat that made big grooves in the sides of my head. During mass I would have to hold the hat away from alternate sides of my head and massage these indentations. I thought Catholic girls were meant to suffer. These are the simple joys of childhood.