Hmmmm . . . . have to really think hard on this one. There is one story my mom loves to tell about me. I was either in Kindergarten or 1stgrade. I had beautiful long blonde hair. It was always tied up in a ponytail. Evidently, one day when I came home from school, I was so tired of the pony tail that I took my scissors to it and whacked it off! Mom had to take me in to a hairdresser to have it fixed. I wasn’t allowed to have long hair for a long time. Nor was I allowed to use sharp scissors.
I also used to dress my baby brother up in my doll clothes. He was 4 ½ years younger than me so he was my live doll.
I can’t think of anything else – this would be something better for my mom or dad to write about me.