Reminiscing

I miss the days where my Mom dressed me and did my hair. I miss being able to wear whatever and getting away with it. I miss how no matter how frizzy and fluffy my hair was, everyone thought it was cute. I miss being able to do anything I wanted in a picture and it be a decent picture, always.

Now days, things aren't like that. My hair doesn't look good unless I mess with it a good amount, I look terrible in candid pictures, and my clothes have to match my mood.

The Baby Days was the life. Not only was it easier with appearance, but the problems in life!

The biggest issues was never having enough attention. I was a huge attention hog. If people weren't looking at me or paying attention to me, I would force them to look. I sang, I danced, I talked endlessly...I was like the little orphan Annie of my day.

Why am I rambling about any of this? I have no idea...

-Amanda