It’s pretty crazy to think that at around my age, my mom had three children. I found these old photos on an old photobucket account, and figured I would share them on here. Not much has changed; I still dress the same way and put my hands up to my face in half of my pictures.
It’s so weird, looking at old photos. It seems like only weeks ago that we were chasing each other around the house and tattling on one another. We fought like crazy, but we were always close. We still are – just as my mom said we would be – but my goodness, we couldn’t be more different from one another. I don’t even think we look alike, not even a little!
Do you have pictures of yourself, as a child? I’d love to see them!
p.s. Since this blog is intended for personal reference [present and future], I’d like to go ahead and say RIP, Michael Jackson. Everyone knows I love and listen to way too much Michael Jackson, so it would just be ridiculous if I didn’t mention it here. MJ, I will play my favorites (The Way You Make Me Feel, PYT (Pretty Young Thing) and Rock With You are my top three) even more often than normal, this week. Which is pretty scary, because they already monopolize my “sewing” playlist on itunes. I hope I have the pleasure of running into the Thriller flash mob, this week. I have a feeling there will be several more appearances.