This was your life

I may be entering a period of taking stock of where I was/where I am/where I'm going, so beware. Or I may continue to blog about vice, music (the new Calexico cd is really good, ps), and missing the midwest. Hard telling. Life is like that = introspection followed by distraction mixed in with nostalgia and heartbreak and happiness. Or so I've read.

So I was digging through some boxes yesterday looking for something or other and came across some pictures from days gone by. In light of feeling oldish, it was good to remember that I wasn't always that way.

5 = when playing with sand is enough to make you happy:



6 = when you are the shrimpiest cousin of the batch:



7 = when your older sister and her friend are still cool:



8-9 = when your lifelong habit of making faces for the camera begins:



10 = when everything changed for the first time:



Maybe if I'm feeling brave, I'll do the teen years, but sweet lord, we all know how the 80s looked. Not pretty, not pretty at all.