I am tall.
My Aunt Cake is taller.
She is married to my Uncle Bob, who is the tallest.
They live in a tall house with tall ceilings.
At Christmas time they get themselves a tall tree.
That was me, Christmas 1986.
Already displaying the signs of chronic bitchface.
On the back of the photo, in my mother’s handwriting, it reads “Still waiting for that pony.”
I'll have you know, I am still waiting on that pony.
Thank goodness I learned appreciate the tree :)