My sister and I were looking through family photo albums earlier today, and we were laughing and teasing each other about some of the pictures of us when we were younger. But mostly we were oooohing and awwwwwing about how cute we really were. Isn’t it funny how when we are younger we really think we are ugly as can be, but many years later we look back at our photos and realize that we really were cute!
Anyway, there are several photos of the sisters wearing matching dresses for special holidays that we all got a kick out of. We were all wearing identical dresses, each of us wearing little hats that were held onto our heads by really tight clamps, and holding Easter Baskets in front of us. You can tell by the look on my face that I was not happy to be in that picture. When my sister asked me about the facial expression I explained that the hat our mother was making me wear pinched my head really hard and hurt like the devil. I can remember I kept taking it off and my mother would get angry and make me put it back on, even though I told her that it hurt my head. I can remember getting a spanking over that stupid hat. Makes me wonder why I don’t hate hats even now!