
I'm about two years old and I don't remember this moment. I am sure of that because I would have had a visceral memory of hating being in that dress. The dress is beautiful and I think 25 years later, my two-year old daughter wore it often, even to just play outside. She played hard and pretty but not me. I played hard and plain. Being the 5th of 6 children, and not in anyway like the Brady Bunch, I was lost in the shuffle. This turned out to be a blessing...being ignored allowed my soul to coast through the formation years without many direct hits. I guess I was observing The Way Things Work. Suffice to say, about 44 years later...one would not consider me lost in the shuffle. I am a shuffler of sorts, trying to create moments and connections for all of us.
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