Well i never in my life had an Easter dress. Never knew what one was till i was ca 19/11 year's old. We lived in an addition to Fargo and every one out there was always looked down on. I never knew why till i got to be 10/11. My uncle and his friend had a home made pickup with a built on room where this man slept. Then he had a short box behind that and my two brother's and i used to ride there on week end's when they would go into town. Our clothe's were normally torn up with no knee's jean's with baggy shirt's. We wore what we had!! This day happened to be Easter Sunday. We were on main street Broadwaont y in Fargo, N.D. Stopped at red light. I glanced and just happened to see three girl's with the prettiest colorful dress'es on with Hats. Then one of them noticed me and she started to laugh at me. The other two girl's looked and were laughing also. But not as bad as the first girl. Well we had our favorite sanwich's with us and i opened one of mine jumped off that truck and smeared mustard and lard all over her from the front to the back of her dress then the hem of her skirt to the hat on her head. Then my brother yelled and i jumped back on the truck. But you could see the other two girl's laughing at their friend. Then i felt sorry for her to think her own friends would not stick up for her and i then wished i had not done it to her. But that's what make's the world go round. Viola.