To fill the request for pictures when I was younger, here you’ll see my Class of ‘85 high school senior yearbook shot, and a few cheerleading pictures that someone recently had given to me. You’ll notice I had to correct my first name’s spelling and put the accent. My name looks completely misspelled to me without it. My French dad made sure to tell us from the start to spell it properly, and that the accent needed to be there “on your sister’s name”; it’s even on my hand typed 1967 birth certificate, however they managed to make that happen. We all put whatever we wanted on our sweaters; so most of my pins were Led Zeppelin. I was co-captain with 2 other girls that year. Our cheerleading squad was big, and we cheered all the sports. So when there was more than one game in a night, we’d split up. I always went to hockey….my high school boyfriend was Mr. Captain hockey/tennis…my cousins on my Italian side all played hockey. I was definitely going to the hockey games. Yes, of course I can still do the split. That hair was piece by piece carefully curling ironed, and turquoise-can Aquanet hair sprayed, every single morning. My alarm was set for 4:50am for years. Perhaps that’s why I don’t do anything to my hair these days, and have let it just flow freely for many years now. I swear all that work had an effect. The 80’s hair had to be perfect. I even diligently checked from the side angle with every styling to make sure there wasn’t a sudden step down from bangs to crown. Very important. The step was a thing. Some had the step. I preferred no step. I’m in shock that we’ll be having our 40th reunion this year. When I tell you time flies, PLEASE believe me. Do everything. Go everywhere. Enjoy the journey, and don’t just head for the end goal. That’s the key. Life is long. Loving all the steps along the way makes for a much happier existence.
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