Today as I was riding in my car with the windows down I remembered something from when I was little. My sister and I always wanted to have "model hair." Let me explain what I mean. Anytime the wind was blowing we wanted our hair to look something like this.
We were funny kids, but as I walked downtown and the wind gave me "model hair," it made me smile. It's good to be remember being a kid, it's good to be a girl.