Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Memories 3: Age 6/Grade 1
As a child, I had no idea what I was in for, I started sleeping in the spare bedroom within a few months of sharing a room with her. The spare room was the only downstairs bedroom and thinking of it now, surprisingly, I don't remember being worried about that at all. My point being, I was independent.
I styled my own hair, while the other girls flaunted perfectly parted braids or sleek ponytails, I had my own unique hairstyle. I would gather my bangs up into a ponytail on the top of my head; my hair is thick and coarse so it stood straight up and I loved it. I would be so proud to tell the other girls that "I did my own hair". I remember my Mom begging me on picture day to just wear my hair down - I thought that it was a ridiculous idea, "I wear my hair like this everyday, why would I wear it different for pictures?"
I dressed myself each morning, picking my own clothes and unless it was inappropriate for the weather, my Mom let me wear whatever I wanted. Apparently I had quite gaudy tastes, lots of bright colours all at the same time; my Mom's motto, "if she doesn't care, why should I?" There is one particular outfit I remember that I loved. Tights and a matching sweater all in a purple acrylic knit, I wore it day after day after day.
But then again when I was on mat leave, I sometimes wore the same pants day after day too...