Well Drop Dead!

If you looked at a certain cross section of the pictures of me as a child, you could draw the conclusion that I had major anger issues.... ;-)

For example, there is this photo, taken after my mother put those ridiculous azaleas all over my head, had a good gutbusting laugh at me with my older sister (who in those days enjoyed nothing more than making fun of someone), and then made me stand to have my picture taken.

"Smiiiiile!...... You smile right now or you are getting a spankin!!!!!!!!"

This all started with me picking an azalea (because I like them and they are pretty, and they were the only flower I could get away with picking without having my butt handed to me) and putting it behind my ear like someone glamourous and Hawaiian I had seen on TV.. I think it might have been in the Miss America pageant.. this was back in the heyday of Miss America... but anyway, the reaction was amazing.

"Oh, you want to put flowers in your hair? Well then you have to do it like this! AND wear it to the Kingdom Hall." And the next thing I know, I am a laughingstock covered with foliage. I am not kidding, I actually thought that. Those were my actual thoughts. I was such a serious child! I fully expected to be spoken to and treated like an adult, and the more people called me cute or didn't take me seriously, or laughed at anything I said, the angrier I got.

In retrospect, how the heck would you take that child seriously?? I mean, seriously..