From an early age, I realized that I was verrrry different from my peers in one very huge way: I had parents who did not give a crap what I looked like when I left the house...SO I dressed like a crazy person.
From ages 5 and up, I had free reign of my abysmal hand-me-down filled closet, allowing me to show the world just how disheveled and wildly unkempt a kid can look. Jealous? I understand. Two things came out of this life experiment: I lived a pretty creative existence as a kid AND I have horrendous childhood photos.
Here is a gem taken from the back seat of our mini-van as we drove to North Carolina:
That's why we hang out with you...you make us look good.
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