I was sure having a great time but then all the stuff starts to come back and back .Good choice of words since everything seems to be on by back as I or she or who or what tries to move on. the braids! I haven't had braids since 4th grade when I moved from Ho-Ho-Kus. I was told I didn't grow up there. Everyone enjoys telling me what I think what I've done whatever. Like "they" want to live in my head. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. To live in my head. although maybe if they lived in my head they would know what I think.

Anyway,if I want to grow up in Ho-Ho-Kus that's where I'm going to grow up.

See the little red purse? That's the purse some kid hit me in the head with in 4th grade. I cut of the braids.