I was in 6th grade. What can I say? I thought I knew everything, alright?
It was picture day. I had to find the PERFECT outfit. If I remember correctly {back a zillion years ago}, I had matching stirrup pants that matched perfectly to my sweater. I looked like a big ole purple grape! Poifect!
My Mama said to me, "Now Megan, don't go doing anything funky with your hair. This isn't the day for that. This is picture day!"
But what do mom's know, right?
I decided that I wanted to wear my hair up this day. I put it in a ponytail. But then my bangs were in my face so I needed to clip them up. I also had a bunch of strays so they needed to be clipped up, too. All of my clips were placed perfectly. I walked out the door feeling pretty sure of myself and like I looked like a million bucks!
Don't you wish you could see all of those clips that were perfectly placed?
I later heard through the grape-vine that an older and more mature 7th grader wondered why I wore so many clips in my hair. She said it looked childish.
I never again wore those clips.
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