…I can only hope to be as give-no-fcuks awesome as I was at age 10.
And while the facepaint screams “hippy-dippy lovechild”-meets-“gradeschooler’s idea of an Indian”-meets-“Gramma Ruth’s leftover lipsticks” to me today,
I’m still convinced that’s as reasonable a use for pantyhose as any my adult self has ever tried.
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What about you?
At what age were you most fearless?