I have this ziploc bag of old photos that I plan to put into an album. It's been sitting here near my desk for - oh - about three years? Yeah, I'll get to it.
In the meantime, it's come in handy for this week over at Mama Kat's!
2.) Throwback Thursday! Find and share an old photo and let it inspire a blog post.
So I reached into the ziploc bag and pulled out:
[a naked baby picture of my brother - not sure which brother, to be honest]
So I reached again into the ziploc bag and pulled out:
This one does have a safe enough story. It's my 6th grade school pic. I remember it well because I was sporting brand spanking new teeth.
I've told the story of how I lost my front teeth and won't rehash it now. The Cliff Notes version is that I fell off a skateboard toward the end of 5th grade.
The worst part of the ordeal was walking around with dental remnants where there should have been front teeth. And it seemed like it took forever to get all the necessary dental work taken care of in order for me to have teeth again.
I was thrilled when I finally got them. A week or so prior, my dentist gave me the one-size-fits-all temporaries. They were huge and made out of rough plastic. But even that was an improvement.
But then, my own personally fitted teeth arrived, Mr. Dentist whacked out the one-size-fits-alls and put on my new pearly whites. I was giddy! They were smooth and small! They were mine to keep!
During those long weeks of jagged chipped front teeth, I was self conscious. I hardly smiled in public because it seemed like the public would wonder "wtf??". I couldn't eat certain things properly. I had to scrape the innards of Oreo cookies with my bottom teeth - the horrors! Apples were pretty out of the question unless they were cut up.
So when we returned for a new school year, I could smile rightly again. When I had the broken teeth, it was awkward to smile. Pictures were an ordeal, I didn't know what to do with my face. But on 6th grade picture day, I sat on that stool and happily flashed my (just about) million dollar smile.
Then the photographer gave me the okay to leave.
What? Just like that? Didn't he notice my TEETH?
Well, no. Of course not. I looked pretty much like most of the other kids.
Just like I wanted.