My son, who was mad about dinosaurs, asked my Mum (then 55) did she have a pet dinosaur when she was young, and which was it?
Our town was very rural, and everyone looked the same...one day my daughter saw an Afro Caribbean lady walking towards us. She screamed, then beamed, ran to the lady, grabbed her hand and towed her to me. I was so embarrassed when she said this was how she wanted to look - she'd never need to wash as dirt wouldn't show and I wouldn't have to torture her with a brush if her hair was so frizzy.
I was SO embarrassed but the lady, Gloria, was wonderful- saying it was the best thing she'd heard - and it was nice to be talked to, as everyone else had ignored her. We became great friends when she moved to the town. Miss her greatly.