My Forgettable Childhood

I grew up with two sisters, five and seven years older than me, so I always felt a constant pressure to act older and not be such a baby. I don't remember much from my childhood because of it, but this story sticks out in my mind for some reason.

I was about eight years old, and my sister's and I all shared a bathroom. I was a stereotypical annoying little sister who liked to look through their things. So I shut the door and started looking through their drawers and I found this beautiful looking contraption: a hairbrush. It may sound lame and all, but this was a different kind of hairbrush. Instead of being just a normal flat hairbrush, it was round. It blew my mind. So I decided to start using it. It looked just liked a curling iron, and for some reason, I thought it would work the same way. So I'm standing in the bathroom twirling my hair around this brush, and when I was ready to take it out, nothing happen. I gave it a harder tug, but it was definately stuck. I completely paniced because I knew if I'd ask for help to get it out, my sister would be mad at me for using her stuff. I didn't know what else to do, and the first thing that caught my eye was a shiny pair of scissors sitting in that drawer. Snip Snip Snip. The brush was now in my hand, along with half of my of my long blonde hair. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I saw something was very unsymmetrical. I knew I had screwed up. An hour later, I finally decided to fess up to what I did. I sat on the stairs, whipped up a batch of fake tears, and finally when my sister found me I said, "All my hair is gone!" She laughed at me and just said, "Bridget, it's okay... everyone's hair falls out sometimes." Finally, I went up stairs and held a garbage can to my sister's nose. She looked down to see hair that could make an entire wig. If I wasn't the laughing stock of the family already, I was now.

Hello.

My name is Bridget and I like art, music, photography, and feathers. I love summer and the sun, and I also like fall because I like trees. I absolutely hate snow though. I'm pretty unathletic, but for some reason I swim. 

After high school I plan to go to college out of Wisconsin, hopefully to the University of Minnesota. I intend on majoring in art education and theater. I would also like to study photojournalism. If none of those jobs work out for me, I'm going to be a tattoo artist.

I like all different kinds of music, but my favorites would be: Ben Folds, Death Cab For Cutie, Florence and the Machine, The Beatles, and Bright Eyes--just to name a few.

My favorite book is probably To Kill A Mockingbird. I was probably the only person that actually liked that book when we had to read it. I also am really interested in anything Shakespeare wrote.