I keep looking at old photos of me from childhood.
The very few that I actually have to reflect from.
And I realize that I am a miserable person.
Well. I was a miserable child.
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(No, I don't know WHO I'm holding.)
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(Wasn't my natural colour pretty?)
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Nowadays I'm pretty sure I make an effort to smile.
Not today, because I got two cavities filled with five injections because my stupid tooth wouldn't numb.
But normally, I like to smile.
It feels good.
But I think some things never change.
I get excited over the little things.
Like stuffed animals.
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Like stuffed animals.
Look how hype I am about this doll.
And then fast forward several years later to last December...
Whoa de ja vu. :)
I like that I can see remnants of my childhood in my recent years.
It makes me feel more connected with who I am.
It makes me think about how much I went through overcame in my life.
It makes me love my life and attitude a little more.
I think that's pretty special.
I wish I had more photos of me as a kid.
And videos. There's one from me being seven. SKINNAYYYY.
But VCRs are ultra obsolete when your dad works for a place like Bose.
So who knows if I'll ever see little ol' me at a birthday party in a purple dress ever again.
These pictures are a start, though.
This post is a part of Just Because.
Awwe. Those pictures are so cute!
ReplyDeleteMy aunt made me a book with some of my baby pictures when I was younger. I'm glad I still have it after all these years :]
I'm glad that you're able to reflect on your life and find the positives in it! You are such an inspiration :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday!