I couldn’t pick just one image, surprise surprise.
Sorry for the poor quality. These are pictures of pictures. My scanner isn’t communicating with my computer at the moment and I don’t have the patience to try and figure out why.
That pic was taken while I was in kindergarten. I remember that haircut. I HATED it. I think I hated it more because it was called a “pixie cut” than because of the way it looked.
I made that T-shirt. Well, I decorated it anyway. That heart was a free iron-on that came in my Mom’s Woman’s Day magazine. I remember the oddest stuff.
Yes, the quality of that image is especially poor, but I had to share it. I LOVED that pogo stick. I remember one time when I was counting jumps, I got to over 1,000 without stopping. I don’t remember the exact number, but I know it was over 1,000. Momentous accomplishments such as that are hard to forget.
Fast-forward to age 15. The beginning of my second year in high school.
I may have felt like a grown-up, but, looking back, I know I was still a kid there. A Mom at age 22. Think of all the girls who have babies even younger. I canNOT imagine…
I hope y’all enjoyed that whirlwind tour through my childhood.
Every age is special.
You know you’ve matured when you don’t mind posting those photos.
I look back to when I was in my late teens, early twenties, and (if you can believe it) shoulder length hair.
Nothing could get me to post those.
Oh my! I’m glad I can’t find any old photos…
They weren’t that bad, were they?
Your hair was so much lighter when you were younger.
I agree with David’s sentiment – I showed Chris a goofy ass photo of me that was super embarrassing for a long time, but I must have matured because I was like, “hey, come look at how goofy I used to look!”
Shan, I’m coming full circle!!! I am not turning gray, it’s the color of youth coming through.
Great pics! I think the different hairstyles are fascinating and so cute! You really haven’t changed much at all, you lucky lady!