While recently perusing an old family photo album, my brain processed some information that rocked my world view and caused me to question my very sanity.
My sister was not the only one wearing knee socks. There I am SMILING whilst sporting long white cotton socks. What is happening to my universe? How can this be? It was my sister who insisted on wearing them . . . my sister who weirdly pulled her socks up as far as she could . . . my sister who threw a hissy fit and REFUSED TO WEAR TIGHTS when our mother suggested she wear them like a normal child . . . wasn't it?
Dinner last night: salmon patties with creamed peas
Exactly two years ago:
So cute! I love the pictures. I never worn any above my knees.
Funny how differently we remember things, isn't it?
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