I Have a Gypsy for a Mother
I can’t help but laugh at this. It’s my fourth grade class picture. My friend Isaac got a hold of this when he was “helping” us move into our new house. Obviously he was pillaging and NOT really helping at all. He sent me a link to this picture. That’s right. It’s on the internet. He was also SWEET enough to highlight me so that all of our friends would have NO problem finding me amidst all the other kids with really bad hair. Ahhhhh the 80′s.
This picture reminded me of SO much. Like the kid you can you can barely see because my teacher’s puffy head is in the way, not that I should be talking about any one’s puffy head. He gave me a Valentine that said, “You’re purrrrrrfect, Valentine!” I remember because I was SO embarrassed, I mean, I had no idea he felt that way. I also remember thinking, “Man, that’s so right on.”
Now, the girl in front of me lived in my neighborhood. We had kind of a love/hate relationship. She also gave me my first cigarette. All I can remember after smoking for the first time was that I was propably going to hell.
I moved around a lot as a child, I have a gypsy for a mother. I changed schools 9 times from Kindergarten to 12th grade which has led to a lifetime of awkwardness. Also, I’m really good at packing. Before I had kids I could pack everything up in a day and be settled into the new place before bedtime.
So, yes, thank you Isaac for stealing from me. Turns out, that’s the only thing best friends are good for. Another friend stole a family picture of me and had my face put on a clock. Can you feel the love?
I can.
