Que Sera Sera

Don't think I have mentioned yet that I went through about an 8 year “awkward” stage. Let's just count all my beauty assets, shall we? Glasses, braces, acne and those lovely tetracycline-stained teeth I sported from all the years of antibiotics. I was a real looker, let me tell you! Fortunately I did inherit some of my real father's humor and I always did my best to be very kind to people. I will post a couple of photos of me from this period but you have to agree not to sue me if your retinas are burned out of your head, deal?

I went to a small, private Christian school. I was almost voted class favorite a couple of times but was inched out by a couple of votes by a beautiful, inside and out, dear friend of mine. She went on to win most beautiful in high school and who can compete with that? Certainly not me. She is even more beautiful today than she was then, inside and out. Still love you T.H.M!

I was in 8^th grade and actually made cheerleader! Well, there were only about 12 girls in the whole junior high so... I was over the moon. Ugly-as-a-mud-fence and I was going to be a cheerleader!

At the same time a well known African-American bought the house next door. I thought my mom's head was literally going to pop off and roll around on the floor! Really! Looking back, I believe my mother fell under the "white flight"  There was a “For Sale” sign in our yard the very next day.

I was in no way prepared for what happened next. Our house sold in 2 weeks. Walter promptly bought a house in Ridgeland, MS, I was withdrawn from my school and enrolled in Rosa Scott School in Madison. To say that I was devastated is an understatement. I had to leave my friends, none of whom lived anywhere near Madison County. And, worst of all, I never got to be a cheerleader because we moved 1 week before the first football game. Que Sera Sera, damn it!