I pulled this old picture out of moth balls yesterday…
This picture was taken more than 13 years ago. (Yes, I know, I’m a mere infant… or so I’m told.) It is funny how Senior year seems so long ago and so recent at the same time. I’m wondering if this is how it will feel for the rest of my life. Am I going to be just as amazed that so much time has gone by when I turn 73? Am I going to look in the mirror in consternation and really believe that I couldn’t possibly be a day over 46 despite all appearances?
I rather like this picture actually. Something like 87% of all of my school pictures throughout the years looked positively frightening. From a complete lack (well almost anyways) of teeth and bangs to scary configurations of clothing (like turtle necks paired with sun dresses) to uneven home haircuts, to the fact that I was apparently born before the invention of the COMB, there was almost always something to laugh at in every school picture. But in this one… I can’t come up with a single complaint. And that right there is something to laugh at.
Now if I managed to find the one where I was wearing that awful red feather boa, there would be something to guffaw about. What was with those things anyways? And what poor bird had to give its life for the sake of all of those awful senior portraits? Who came up with the idea of using the dyed remnants of poor flightless, no doubt, factory raised fowl in the senior portrait industry?
What? You say you had the boa picture too? And it was your favorite?! Oh d-d-d-dear… I’m so sorry!
What’s more funny about that boa picture of mine is that I really really wanted it taken. I guess it was the closest thing to “Glamour Shots” that I was going to ever get! HA!