Needless to say, I went from a very cute baby/toddler/young child to an extremely homely tween. See for yourself.
3rd Grade. Adorable!
4th Grade. Extremely Homely. But, I had broken my arm a few weeks before, so my left arm was in a cast, making me unable to do my hair. Yes, I did have a ponytail back there. It's hiding, but it's there.
Wow! A face/hairdo only a mother could love. Unfortunately, I didn't have a cast that year, so I'm not sure what my sorry excuse was for that monstrosity of a hairdo. Luckily, I got braces the following year and I never got a perm again.
If we had known each other back then, would you have been willing to be my friend?