...to write a posting on headgear. Why, you ask?? If I knew the answer to this question it would probably explain a lot. It's just how my brain works.
Remember headgear? I do. Because my parents opted for the cruel & unusual torture of agereing with my orthodontist that I should be required to wear one of these contraptions for 2 whole years of my life. That's right. Everyone know someone who had to endure this. I was that kid. Oh, did I mention I didn't get off easy with the 12-hour a day deal? Nope, mine was to be worn 24 hours, 7 days a week.
You know, most pre-pubescent, gawky 11-year old girls don't have fragile enough self-esteem as it is, without having a monstrous metal device envelopping their head.
Anywho, I went through an entire box of old photos last night looking for a single photo of me wearing this device. (See, I'm not shy, I was willing to share). Well, the hour I spent going through an entire shoe box of photos was fruitless. My parents apparently took zero photos of me between the ages of 11 and 13. Most likely due to the headgear itself.
My new goal is to try to find a headgear-clad photo of yours truly.
Hang tight everyone.