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
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. |
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..) |
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) |
"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) |
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) |
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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