For those of you who don t know I m a natural redhead. These red heads all looked like variations of the kid on Mad Magazines and picked and ate their buggers. a fiery woman with hair to her knees a Swedish settler. I was accosted daily in school on the bus and on the walk home with name calling or innuendos. The tide turned for some reason with the advent of Molly Ringwald in the s. I didn t realize until after I graduated high school how popular I had been in high school. but not outwardly actually sharing that they had an interest. Apparently sometime during the s the red head thing made me unapproachable and somewhat exotic I m told. Not just any red hair but a particular shade of red hair. On a surprising twist to the whole thing Franklin has a sister with red hair really really red hair. In school she had amazingly thick glasses and wore no make up. Lost on me is her very open acceptance of her red hair. along with the declaration that she was never t! eased bullied or otherwise name called. I can t believe it at all. Franklin s younger brother also married a redhead. The thought of was I adopted visited me again when my kids were all very small. You see when carrying my first child I feverishly prayed for my daughter to be a blond. And along with no physical deformities my daughter was born a beautiful blonde. She would cling to her daddy asking him why she too didn t have red hair.
Source: http://tookshire.wordpress.com/2008/01/06/red-heads/
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