I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE IN MY BEAUTIFUL DRESS, because the other children in our neighborhood did not own one as beautiful as it.
Complete with crynoline, satin and lace. I loved that my momma, sent me such a dress, yet I felt almost ashamed to be wearing it in front of others who were less fortunate.
I never wanted to feel like I was onstage. I hated the stares as my grandmother and I went by, on our way to church.
Embarassed? Yes, I was! She was always dressed up, but this was new to me.
It was nice to go to church, but the services were long and predictable.
