I remember most the easter that I was 7 years old. My mon had pressed my hair the night before and I had that one green sponge roller in the front to make some bangs. She dressed me first in this beaustiful pink dress with hand embroidered flowers on the front and a big, white ribbon around the waist (cant have an easter dress without that big white ribbon). Before she went in to get dressed she told me not to go outside with my brother and cousins (6 six boys). She didn't want me to sweat out my hair before church. Like a good little girl, as soon as I heard the shower going, I ran outside to play. The boys were out back playing tarzan at the edge of the creek. There was this big branch that hung down so that you could swing over to the other side of the creek. They had been swinging on it for a while and I wanted to have a turn. So I grabbed the branch ran back then ran forward and jumped, when halfway across the creek, the branch broke. Needless to say my hair was ruined and my pink dress had a new shade of brown. That was the worst easter whoopin of my life.
