Per Carol's request, I am posting a picture of the last time I had bangs. All of my childhood pictures reside at my parent's house, but now with the advent of Facebook and horrifying lovely pictures from the past suddenly creeping up everywhere, this is available right here on my very own pc. Lucky me. Note from the previous post that both of my sisters have advised me to forgo the bangs. Can't imagine why?! I mean, look at those babies. My dad referred to them as the "thingy," and would ask me each day how they were doing as he pulled a piece up checking for hairspray effectiveness. And why are my friend and I (who both had extremely naturally curly hair and were known to actually iron our hair straight. With a real iron on a real ironing board.) sporting the squishy curler things? I have no explanation, other than it was 1988 and the bigger the better.
Here's one more bang for your buck. Ahem. Again, thanks Facebook. Can you spot me?
Yeah, that's me. Right in the front. I was in seventh grade, and so was the boy standing next to me. And that, my friends, is why no one has good memories of seventh grade.