When I was a small baby I was blond, but then somehow my hair became dark brown. Being 6 I remember people saying “it’s such a shame this beautiful blond hair is gone”. I still have dark brown hair now.
I didn’t have a tv at home (and was not going to for 7 more years).
I didn’t prefer dresses to pants but I really liked shiny clothes, with glitter or sequins.
Once, I drew a picture at the school where my mom was a bear, me and my brother – fawns, my sister was a monkey and she was hanging on the chandelier. And my dad was a lion but he was sleeping under the bed.
For my 6th birthday, I got a beautiful doll with pink skin and absolutely white hair. I liked it so much but also was jealous of its beauty. Two years later our dog tore her head into two parts. I kept the broken doll until I was 11 y.o. That year my grandfather died and I attended a funeral for the first time. After that, I also buried the doll.
I really wanted to cut my hair (but that wasn’t allowed).
I thought our black and white chickens are the most beautiful animals existed.
I liked to drink herbal tea with blooming sally. Still like it now.
I kind of knew what sex was. I saw pigs and goats doing it, so I assumed people do something like that to have kids as well.
I wanted to work in theater, doing whatever really. I don’t and never have.