I think as a child I was really good at convincing people of what an angel I was. I was a good liar. Truth be told.. I was rotten. No childhood is complete with out a partner in crime. I met Rochelle in fourth grade and we instantly clicked. I spent almost every weekend at her house having slumber parties. One time we decided to give our selves makeovers, starting with our hair. I don't know if we were trying to make it "shine" or if we just wanted it to grow, but we had heard mayo was good for your hair, so we thought "why not"? The problem was we couldn't stop there. Once we got down to the kitchen, we decided EVERYTHING was good for your hair. So in a bowl we mixed mayo, eggs, lotion, pickle juice, oats and who knows what else. After we mixed the perfect paste we applied it onto our hair. I think her mother caught us about the time we were rinsing it out with hot water. Do you know what happens to eggs in hot water? They cook! I may or may not still be picking eggs out of my hair to this day.
|Doing a science project on drinking. Those dark circles have haunted me since day 1!|