I had just opened up my in-line skates, something I had wanted for months. You would think I would look happy in this picture, instead of the "die, DIE!" look I am giving my dad. I blame my expression on my hair and my shirt. You can't tell from this picture, but the lights on the Christmas tree light up and blink. Does anyone else remember the cut-out fabric/puffy paint decorated sweatshirts? I had at least a dozen, thanks to my Aunt Faye. As for my hair, I was in the midst of growing it out from this haircut. I have a lot of natural curl to my hair, even more so when I was younger. My best guess is that I was trying to make my hair straight so I brushed it. Perhaps my face is the look of regret I have for what I did to my hair?
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