Don’t we look like we were good friends?
Yet I no longer remember her name.
I do remember she’s the only person in my entire lifetime that I ever got into a physical fight with. I don’t remember why.
I also don’t know who won, but I remember coming away from it with a hand full of blonde hair.
Sorry, Nameless Girl. I wonder if our fight had something to do with someone stealing my bear (which I recovered) and my doll (which I never found)? Theft and destruction of my property were reasons I told my mother from the time I was about three, “I don’t like to play with children.”
She does look like a thieving bully, and you all sweet in your flats. But both y’all have rather forced smiles.
No way of knowing if this photo took place in time before or after the great hair pulling event.
Did she give you a bad review..?
Ha ha! I’m putting reviewers on notice: I may pull your hair.
If you walked away with hair in your hand, you won.
YAY!