In the beginning of Rox…
It’s crazy how childhood memories come to you as you’re growing into adulthood. It feels like yesterday to me. I remember it vividly (yet I sometimes claim to have no memory, lol). But lately, as I have come to terms with my Peter Pan syndrome I feel like I tell this story pretty often.
Let me take you to a place called…. Brownies.
I still don’t really know what Brownies is. I think it’s pre-school for Girls Scouts? Not sure, don’t really care but I do love the cookies. But, not enough to dress like a cookie in a box of cookies.
So, my childhood neighbor Leah was a year younger and far less concerned about wardrobe. Leah lived 2 houses away, her parents and my parents thought it would be a swell idea to have us partake in Brownies. Me, nah, not so much. I think it was the first day orientation for Brownies and they give us a uniform. I refused to put this bad boy on. I was just disguisted with the idea of being a brown dot in a bunch of brown dots. Years later my mom would tell me the story of how I wouldn’t ever join Brownies and that she & my father knew there was a problem with Lil “Rebellious” Roxy. Apparently some years later they tried to get me to join swim team too. Now I was a great swimmer but I’d be damned if I was gonna wear a swimsuit that everyone else wore. Ish was tough on an individual individual. I never played sports either. I did…. finallyyyyy join a private dance school taking tap, jazz & ballet. This was the closest to conforming I was doing. All for the love of music.
This is all for now. Peep the hillarious photos below. Just a friendly PSA to remind you to be exactly who YOU are. Forever greatful to Ma & Pa Cottontail for supporting and believing in the kit and my creative quest of freedom. I’m lucky they forced me to take my first art class Sophmore year of HS or I would probably be a miserable human being. Wish I had more pics. Will have to holler at Mama Cottontail manana.
XO
Roxy
