My mom just developed a 10-year old roll of film. The first few and last few frames were ruined by the passage of time, but a few in the middle prove that it was taken with my sister’s camera, and I am the main subject.
What I can tell you about me, circa 1999:
I was 15 years old.
I had VERY short (and clean) hair. Like a boy cut. I could show you, but then I’d have to kill you.
I was reading a library copy of The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. It’s next to me on the bed in the photo.
I was dressing up the (long-suffering) cat. Dark green doll cape + cat = obviously a hobbit.
I had very questionable taste in clothes.
I didn’t like to smile for the camera.
I wore sparkly white nail polish.
And…I was a HUGE dork.
Don’t get me wrong – I was a happy. And a jock and a nerd. But still a dork. Eeek!
