Diane G.

So, I've never really had any fashion sense. Even at three years old, I was mixing pink and red, and putting buckets on my head... and sitting in a sandbox under our deck that all the neighborhood cats probably did their business in. So maybe it's not my fault I have no fashion sense. It's likely a brain defect from sitting in a litter box as a toddler.

I look at this picture now, and see myself sitting in a giant litter box with splintered wood and a broken piece of PVC pipe (and apparently I had already turned my right arm out of its socket). But I had a lot of fun in that sandbox! Me and all my boy friends *friends that were boys* would make big mounds of sand, and dig out tunnels to make a volcano. We'd stick the garden hose in one of the holes and flood the place. Then we'd go ride our big wheels (mine was a Smurf), while the sand dried out.