I don't really remember who this little girl was.
I do recollect a kinda bratty kid who lived in Highland Park - she was the youngest by far in your typical dysfunctional American family - and was pretty smart. Unfortunately, she also knew it.
I do remember having the long hair - and my mom complaining about it. I didn't like brushing it, and she ended up washing it about once a week. It wasn't until I had my own daughters that I realized how thick and unmanageable my own hair was.
And it's funny now to think that girls HAD to wear dresses to school. EVERY SINGLE DAY. It wasn't until high school that we could wear pants. NOT jeans, but what they called "nice" pants.
I got bumped up a grade or two in elementary school, simply because they didn't know what to do with a kid who started kindergarten and already knew how to read. I honestly don't think I was that bright, but I was extremely logical, and I could figure out reasonable answers fairly easily.
So - I'm not really certain how this little girl turned a 60 year old woman, who plays with horses and dogs and is owned by a cat. She's a grandmother (the coolest calling in the world), writes wildly and tries to manage several people in her life.But she's okay about it.
