Irene McGee Goes To Therapy

I took sports very seriously. Yes, those are high water brown corduroy pants. A lovely hand me down from my brother, no doubt. I'm not sure if people still use the same recipe to break in a glove: sleeping on one's glove. I slept on that glove every night to get it soft.

See little millennials, in the olden days cameras weren't on cellular phones, because cellular phones did not exist. My mother would take polaroid pictures of me. I brought them over to my best friend Shannon's house and we would agonize over which dress I should wear to the dance. No my date did not kiss me.

I think it's important to know the humans that created me. My mom is REALLY into Christmas and equally bad at crafts. My mom was so into Christmas she made matching ugly christmas pajamas for the whole family. (Unfortunately, the photographer accidentally cut off my brother). Mom sewed a weird christmas themed prisoner outfit for herself with a matching-ish ensemble for my father (who clearly did not want to play along... note Al McGee with suit on under hospital gown pajama). I was born February 10, 1976.

There is a time in every curly haired girls life, before she figured out how to style her hair. 6th grade. Please note, I was finally allowed to grow my hair in middle school. To be fair, curly hair is hard to style, but the 'growing out' phase was painful. Curly hair grows very slowly. In fact, so slowly, it was not until High School that my was long enough for me to do what every curly haired girl dreams of... hide it in a tight bun.