When I was growing up, everyone wanted to be a beachy blonde. My natural hair color was near black. Mom’s hair was blue-black with a natural white streak over one temple, until she went salt& pepper. Dad’s was dark auburn until he died at 89. The closest I ever got to blonde was a scary, ruby red. But now that I’ve gone silver and added low lights of deep purple, I get compliments all the time.
Also, why would anyone take off his sneakers to step into a stream? Gators aside, there’s a real possibility of stepping on broken beer bottles or fish hooks.
I was a 50s to 60s kid. Girls had to wear dresses or skirts, but we didn’t have to wear shorts under them in recess. (The elementary school didn’t have monkey bars.) By Intermediate school (middle school) we had to change to ‘gym suits’ (shorts with elastic at the leg openings, and polo shirts) for PE, and you didn’t dare leave your polo shirt untucked.
When I was growing up, everyone wanted to be a beachy blonde. My natural hair color was near black. Mom’s hair was blue-black with a natural white streak over one temple, until she went salt& pepper. Dad’s was dark auburn until he died at 89. The closest I ever got to blonde was a scary, ruby red. But now that I’ve gone silver and added low lights of deep purple, I get compliments all the time.