D-Town or Bust

This past weekend, the Lewis' family headed to my home town of "DeRidder, LA." We went to go visit my family and attend my sister-in-law's baby shower.
I come from a family of four, so when we are all in town, it is a little like My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It is always a little bit of insanity (FIVE grandchildren running around & one on the way), but I always really enjoy the time together.
One night while we were there, we all sat around and told the horrible stories of our junior high years.
So....I thought I would share mine....
In seventh grade, all the girls at school started pulling up their bangs while curling the bottom of their hair. Of course, I wanted this "do", but I come from a family of no hair talent. So...I went for it. I pulled back the bangs, and I scrunched my hair up the best I could without rollers. Unfortunately, I created a rat's nest.
Well...I thought I looked good, so I went to school, very proud of my hair style. As I strolled into one of my classes, one of my classmates asked me whether my hair-do was an accident or was on purpose. How mean? Needless to say, that was the last of my beautiful, puffy hair style.