Horns

“It was our grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary – circa 1967. I especially remember the itchy taffeta dress but mostly being pulled from my dancing in the aisles to take this picture. On the right, my sister with the “halo” bow & cake behind her … obedient, stand here, arms down, smile, okay, yes. Me with the devil horn candles behind me … WTF? Can I leave now? We are pretty sure our Mom taped our bangs to our foreheads and cut away. Had my parents understood the prophetic sign that I would be rebellious they may have just given me away that day.”

(submitted by Angie)