“This is what happens when your mother chops off your beautiful, long, thick, Crystal-Gayle-length hair the day before school photos in Grade 2. She curled it under every morning. Success was not having to break out the Aloe Vera for the accidental forehead burns from the curling iron. My hair rivals one of the stooges but it’s meticulous, I give her that. She must have forgotten to do laundry in her haste and put me in some costume that would rival Liberace’s stage clothes. And check out the glasses. Didn’t realize I was cross eyed until this picture surfaced 33 years later.
(submitted by Krista in Canada)