Mom found a bunch of old photos at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, including baby and elementary school photos of myself. I have scanned them and here they are, in order:
Me on November 5, 1985. Exactly one month old. The little boy next to me is my brother Colin, who had just turned five. As you can tell from the later pictures, Colin and I look a lot alike. This was a Polaroid snapshot; the rest are studio photos.
Me at age 3 months, in January 1986. My parents had three boys in the thirteen years between my sister and me. Judging by the ludicrous amount of frills and bits of lace on that dress, they had really welcomed the opportunity to princess-ify a baby girl.
Me later in 1986. One year old.
Me in July 1987. I was 21 months old.
Me in 1987 or 1988. This photo isn’t dated so I’m not sure.
Another of me in 1987 or 1988. Again, no date, but I think it was taken a little later than the aforementioned photo because my hair appears to be slightly longer.
Me in 1989. I’m probably three. This is my favorite picture of me from when I was little. My mom still has that dress.
Me in the first grade. Mrs. Hubbard’s class. Last year before she retired.
Me in the second grade. Mrs. Lipp’s class.
Me in the third grade. Mrs. Reinhart.
Another one of me in the third grade. You can see how long my hair is in that picture — down past my waist. By then it was a bit of a nightmare. It was so fine and tangled so easily. Shortly after that photograph was taken, I had it all cut off.
Me in the fourth grade. No, I am not actually sad or angry in the photo. It’s just that Mom and I had recently been talking about school pictures and she remarked that kids’ smiles always looked so goofy, so I decided not to smile and wound up looking clinically depressed instead. I remember the jacket; it was silk and reversible, with lavender on the other side. I actually preferred the lavender, but that day I chose the other side because the orange looked better against the background of the photo.