It's just what it sounds to be. 17 photo's of me and my family laid out in chronological order. Whaddya say ... wanna meet
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My Grandmother and her adoptive parents, around 1933. |
My Grandmother posing in one of her fancy dresses, around 1950-something. |
My mother posing when she's 7 years old, around 1952. |
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Mom in school, around 1957. |
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No image (used to be a picture of my dad, but it was accidently erased so until it is re-scanned..) |
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My mother holding me when I was barely a year. I was a hideous baby. No, really. Around 1978. |
Posed picture of 1-year old me. This was my reaction to the photographer who tried to make me smile by flapping a lame, yellow sock-bird next to the camera. (Around 1978.) |
I'm about 3 years old and wearing the dress from the previous picture. No, I'm still not smiling. (Around 1980) |
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"If ya ain't got the face, strut what you got." When I was 5 years old, I really thought this pose looked cool. Looking back at the 20-or so pictures of me implementing it, I'm ready to re-think. (Around 1983) |
I'm 5 years old, trying to pretend that I really dig the doll I got for Christmas. In reality, I was just thrilled to have a Polaroid picture taken by my uncle. It was like magic fanning the picture, watching things take shape. (Around 1983) |
I'm 8 and in the paper for no reason at all.(Around 1985) |
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Another picture of me in the paper. I was rolling a snowball home to make a snowman and was stopped by some people in a car wanting to take a picture. It's supposed to portray how happy us young people were that the snow came early that year. (Around 1985) |
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Me playing Santa Claus's wife in a school play. The hot-pink thing in my hands is a knitting. Looking back, I'm wondering what hot-pink thing Santa's wife was knitting, heheh. (Around 1988) |
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A funky picture of my brother that I scanned only because he looks real silly in it. He was 18-19 years old and well... it was the 80'ies. (Around 1986) |
Me in my High School prom dress (I designed it myself, heh). I felt a lot like Cinderella at the time of the picture. Later that night I realized a nice dress and hairdo doesn't really change things much - the day after, things were back to normal, and High School stank as much as always. (1996) |
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