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Today at supper, there were three girls running around in our neihborhood playing tag. The first two girls were in jeans and a tee shirt, but the third girl was in a beautiful dress with lacy gloves. The dress was quite extravagant, like a flower girl would wear, or how someone's granddaughter would dress for tea.

Why do I tell you this? I'll get to that. But when I was her age (not that it was that long ago), I had that childlike innocence that never questioned anything. That always gave the benefit of the doubt. Don't tell me that you've never envied that child-like faith.

But as I looked at this picture today, it made me miss the idea of not caring. When I got glasses in second grade, and I thought that it was cool that I was the only one, that it made me unique. By the time I reached seventh grade, I had marked myself ugly, and would go without sometimes, just because I didn't want to be different.

That little girl today didn't care that she might get her dress dirty. She just wanted to have fun, to enjoy the beautiful day, and run around with her friends. But now, I don't like to get my hands dirty when I'm wearing a cute outfit.

I just miss that sense of just being me to be me. Not to have to impress. To go to school looking a little weird, without awknowledging the fact that I look a little weird. To not have other people dictate my wardrobe. To not straighten my hair and put in my contacts every stinking day.

Maybe it's just time to grow up. Thanks for listening....or....reading.