The day I turned nine I received my very first pair of bell bottoms. They were groovy, I dare say; bright white and turquoise, fitting just right as they hung off my hips and flared out at the knees. I wore them the entire day and into the next. I was, after all, a flower child of the 1960s.
As I struggle to get through this thing called life, I wonder what ever happened to that bell bottom girl. But, like looking into a 3D picture, I relax my mind and eyes and find her there, hiding behind the wonder years.