When I was only almost four,
Clothed in dress and pinafore,
While other kids were locked in cars,
I rode my mother's handlebars.
And as we went from here to there
The wind would macrame my hair.
When Mama yanked the tangles out,
I would cry and whine and shout.
And that is how I came to trade
Sissy ringlets for tomboy braid.
1 comment:
What a darling picture of you! I had curly hair as a child, and it was daily tamed into a set of braids (at great cost to my scalp from the brushing). At the age of 10, I convinced my mom to get rid of the old-fashioned braids, and the curl went with them, for some odd reason. After that, my hair was only partly curly.
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