My sister was looking for a document a couple of days ago and she came across countless pictures of me when I was a young boy. I looked through the pictures and they were within a specific age range. The pictures were of me as an infant up until about 12 years of age. It was then that I realized something. I was a ghost for about 15 plus years. There is no record that I even existed, if you go by pictures. I was never a fan of taking pictures. I felt awkward smiling for pictures. I always had that face that said, "Come on take the picture already, I don't want to hold this face for too long." (God forbid they had the old cameras and they had to wind up the film just to take another picture.) It was like a moment of bad acting for me. Granted, I love life and I have a smile on my face most of the time but taking pictures made me feel like I was in a momentary state of suspended animation. Those 15+ years of pictorial anonymity was like a vacation. No more sudden smiles and saying "cheese" for me. Well, my family speaks Spanish so it was probably "siiiii" instead of "cheese". Anyway, I'm writing this rant because I took a picture to post on my blog profile. It brought back all the memories of poses and awkward smiles that I had to go through. I guess I lucked out in one photo-related aspect. Luckily, I never had a family picture taken where the whole family is looking slightly to the left, as if there is something so interesting that everyone happened to look "over there" at the same exact time.
Better yet, I'm glad that my family wasn't as creative as this family was with there "wonderful" idea.
Better yet, I'm glad that my family wasn't as creative as this family was with there "wonderful" idea.
First, that picture is hilarious! Second, I feel like Jesus! It's Like a part of my life is missing? After my junior high school year book, pictures of my teenage years are like Lockness monster photos.
ReplyDeletewow, that is wild, i think my parents were all pictured out by the time i was born, i have my graduation picture, and some from when i took dancing lessons, i will see if i can find some in my dance costumes, but most of the pictures are of my sister, (the perfect child, that became the dreams my parents might have wanted). i was the rebel, nightmare kid. lol :) i'm not that proud of it now, but i was way back then. i so wish i could do somethings over, but alas, i can't. i am going to go back to my blog, and post a picture of my dad, and one of both my mom and dad, when dad was ill, and my mom took care of him, i so miss them now. and i can't believe they got up in that tree, i would have loved to see them getting their fanny's up there, now that would have been a picture for the record books!!! lol :)
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