The year was 1976 Olivia looked in the mirror for a moment; her reflection stared back at her with the same shape, size, and movements. She was a short and chubby little girl, only eight years old, with white skin covered in freckles and orange hair curled down to her shoulders. This year, she was dressed up as a scarecrow for Halloween- one with overalls, a straw hat, and painted-on stitches. She liked how she looked. It was a well-made costume in the eyes of a child who had crafted it, but one that would bring embarrassment when looking back on it in the future. Leaving her room, Olivia slowly walked down the steps to the grand floor of her…

The year was 1976 Olivia looked in the mirror for a moment; her reflection stared back at her with the same shape, size, and movements. She was a short and chubby little girl, only eight years old, with white skin covered in freckles and orange hair curled down to her shoulders. This year, she was dressed up as a scarecrow for Halloween- one with overalls, a straw hat, and painted-on stitches. She liked how she looked. It was a well-made costume in the eyes of a child who had crafted it, but one that would bring embarrassment when looking back on it in the future. Leaving her room, Olivia slowly walked down the steps to the grand floor of her…

The year was 1976 Olivia looked in the mirror for a moment; her reflection stared back at her with the same shape, size, and movements. She was a short and chubby little girl, only eight years old, with white skin covered in freckles and orange hair curled down to her shoulders. This year, she was dressed up as a scarecrow for Halloween- one with overalls, a straw hat, and painted-on stitches. She liked how she looked. It was a well-made costume in the eyes of a child who had crafted it, but one that would bring embarrassment when looking back on it in the future. Leaving her room, Olivia slowly walked down the steps to the grand floor of her…