Remember When

This is not a photo of 10 year old me, but I couldn't find any. So have 4 year old me instead.

This is kind of a different thing for my blog, but the other day my mind decided to recall the day I got my first ever spot. I have a thing about remembering things, and really felt the need to document it somewhere, and where better place than my blog?
So I present to you the first in a series of stories about my life, that no one but me will really care about. Enjoy!

I must have been about 10 and it was a really important day, we were spending they day at school dressing up as Egyptians. When you wake up, excited to spend the day dressed in anything other than your school uniform, the last thing you want is to look in mirror and see something on your face that definitely wasn't there the night before. It was very big, very red, and very much on my chin.

Cue ten year old Fern trying to decided whether to face the embarrassment of asking my mother for help (it seemed embarrassing at the time ok), or to really hope no one had noticed. I went for the first option, and after much prodding, poking and a lot of weird cream stuff, it was pretty much decided that is wasn't' going anywhere.

Now, when you're ten, concealer definitely isn't a thing so I headed off to school dreading the day. Given than I still remember it now, it must have been one of the worse days of that year, surpassed only my one of hamsters dying.

I definitely didn't enjoy being an Egyptian for the day.