I usually show my kids my own 8th grade school picture as a cautionary tale -- I am wearing SWEATPANTS for one, for two, my henley shirt and my sweatpants are in matching pastels to the LASER background (oh 1989, you space age), I have a terrible short haircut (Dorothy Hamill I was not), and I'm smiling with my mouth closed to hide my braces.
I couldn't find it.
What I did find, however, was an envelope of old pictures of myself that my mom gave me while doing a purge at her house -- like REALLY old pictures, some of which I'd never seen before.
Going through them in detail was really neat, but it was also really sad.
No one is going to have those curls or gray-blue eyes passed down to them.
And who am I going to give these to when I clean out my house in my 60s? Who will care about my childhood photos, little snapshots of the late 1970s and early 1980s? It took something entertaining and gave it a decidedly morbid, morose tinge.
I'd like to share a few with you, so that they don't eventually end up disconnected to my own life, so that I can feel like they can have a little life of their own right now, since (hopefully much) later they may end up in a box that no one cares to have.
|Me and my Popie, many moons ago. You might think I'm wearing legwarmers a little early for my time, but...|
|Those aren't legwarmers. I'm happy anyway, but do you see something odd about the stance of my legs?|
|I love this photo -- look at that HAIR! This was two months before my sister was born. And the cast is gone!|
|There's no notes or anything on these, but I'm thinking this is shortly after my sister was born, because of the crib. That truck thing is crazy.|
|This is probably my favorite. Love the hair, love the pensive look, love the bellbottoms, love the ugly plaid couch that I totally remember. This one made me so happy and also so, so sad.|
Thanks for sharing in my old photographs and keeping them alive somehow; it makes me feel a little less sorry for myself.
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