My new dress for the easter

One of the happiest memories of my young life was the Easter after I turned six. My mother took me out to the store the day before and asked me what kind of dress I wanted. Up to then I was something of a tom boy, so getting a dress was a big deal. It meant I was becoming a "girl." I chose a cute white dress with blue flowers, and I wore it to church the next day. Everyone said how cute I was, and that I looked like a little princess. It felt great to be complimented for the first time, and I sat there throughout the service just glowing.