I took some heat from the very scary Tera Lynn Childs last week for putting up “fake” high school photos. =) So without further adieu, here's a few I took from an album. But apologies for the quality, for not only are they from the dark ages, but they sat all those centuries inside a sticky page album, which, in the case of the outdoor shot, robbed the photo of most of its color...
Here, a photo booth shot at about thirteen:
Now, sixteen, and remember the top well--it was a favorite and take my word for the fact it was lavender--and the locket, which I loved, and probably still have buried in my jewelry box.
And here’s my yearbook picture from about a year later. I am wearing my friend’s blouse because for some reason, I decided the day before that I hated everything I owned. This was, for the record, baby pink, and I don’t think I returned it for months afterwards. (The friend and I are still very close all these years later, so I think she forgave me.)
Anyway, the slightly amusing story to this yearbook picture is that my head is much bigger than anyone else’s in the yearbook. Some yearbook staffer blew my photo up to crop out a hint of cleavage. Even the signature locker is mostly gone. Puh-lease!
Okay...everyone is now free to laugh at me. My wild hair, my baby face, and what’s up with my eyes in that yearbook pic? Except for Tera, who made me do this. She has to say something NICE. =)
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