Me, aged 5
Can you imagine me aged 5 ? I bet you can't.
For one, I was blond. Totally.
And then there's that other thing...
This was easily my favourite character at that age. He's "the evil" midget guy, tho he's not particularly short. His evil consists of counfounding and antagonizing the "main" characters, a pair of birds (one blonde, one brunette, of course, huge eyes, of course). And he likes his jools.
Pictured above, with his jools. Have you ever seen better jools, for srsly! They looked like the best thing in the world to me, and so all I wanted were some comparable jools. My father promptly declared that "we" can't afford such jools - because he sucks, obviously. My grandma arranged for a sizeable chunk of the gems and stones collection of whatever small local museum be temporarily relocated to my room at her place. There was native copper in large, shiny, squarish outcrops and all sorts of quartz and a buncha other shiny stuff. I was mostly satisfied - for a while anyway.
I have much better jools by now. And so, I'm mostly satisfied. For a while, anyway.
