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Memory Lane

Man, there's nothing like going through old family photos. It's enabled me to see just what an awkward creature I used to be (and, let's face it, still am). Don't get me wrong, I was a cute kid. Downright adorable there for a while, blonde curls and dimples and such. At the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, my parents were told on multiple occasions that they should have me go into modeling. My parents never listened, thank goodness.

Then I became a teenager, and it all went downhill. Honestly, you can almost tell the moment I hit puberty. And boy, did I ever hit it hard. So much bad skin, and metal mouth, and questionable fashion choices.

Hey, at least now I only have two out of the three of those! And even the skin is kept moderately under control. Sometimes.

I do miss some of those outfits, though. They're all so delightfully loud, or unfashionable, or just downright odd. I've always liked things that are just a little different, and it shows.

I've always been an odd duck, is the real crux of the matter. And it's only now I'm old enough to really appreciate just how much I love that.

Though I'll admit, even I don't know what I was thinking with the yellow jeans with huge roses printed on them.

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