When I was young I stayed with my Nanny a lot. At 11 years-old, I wasn’t allowed to stray far from her place to play. But on her street, just a few houses down, lived a girl in my class. Today, she’s a Facebook friend and sent me a photo taken of us before we turned 12.
Where in the name of sweet baby Jesus did I get those pants?
Better question… why on earth was I allowed to wear them out in public?? All these years later I’m hoping we weren’t going anyplace other than the front yard. I’m guessing since my friend is dressed in a skirt and cute coat we probably weren’t going to be climbing trees. Maybe she just dropped by on her way to church or something?
I now know exactly how Ben feels when looking at his childhood photos. Like when he had short hair and a long rat tail in back that was popular in the late 80s.
I’m still wearing black turtlenecks though — and I’m sure I could totally rock that jacket she’s got on!
