Me, Easter of 1983. My aunt had made the dress, buying a pattern that was too large for me because she was making dresses for older girls too. She didn't finish it, so it had pins keeping the hems up. She did my hair, taking hours and hitting me in the head when I fidgeted. I looked pretty, but that was when I decided not to be a fashion model. I told her, when she wanted to doll me up in the future, "I'm not a banana curl girl."
