In third grade, Giselle Munoz rocked pastel, splatter-paint glasses and I wanted pastel, splatter-paint glasses. In seventh, she cut her long, deep brown hair into a bob and sent shockwaves through our junior high. No one had ever done anything that drastic. We were in awe. Rarely does one know exactly who they are at such a young age, but Giselle has always known and for that, I’ll always be in awe of her.
thanks to my sweet friend, vallen, for featuring me on roving wagons