Childhood

I am producing (or as our director like to call it, ass producing) a short film about a girl and her imaginary friend. Which got me thinking about my own childhood. I wish my mum was more into dressing me. She basically let me run wild dressed in whatever my older brothers out grow. If we could go back and do it all over again, I'd insist on a wardrobe like this:

According my grandparents when I came outta my mum, I only had a few strand of hair. It wasn't until I was 15 or so, did I sprout more hair. Again, my mum didn't really style my hair but IF she did, I'd vote for this.

In my mind I'd like to pretend my childhood was more like this:

In reality it was probably closer to this: