My sister lathered my hair in conditioner to give it a greased back appearance. She dressed me up like a doll in her own clothes and gave me dark sunken makeup. When she finished she stepped back and marveled at her creation. I looked in the mirror and marveled too, for I had never seen myself look like that. I felt cool. She grabbed her old film camera and we headed to the dated Meijer amid renovations. As we navigated the wide open aisles, I marched in front of her, periodically whipping around for her to snap the perfect photo.