Today’s Kickin’ it Old Skool Blog-a-Thon prompt was to post a photo of a much younger me.
My initial reaction was to think that I had not idea where any of my old photographs were. Then I remembered! I still have all my old yearbooks, including my one from Kindergarten.
Curly hair. Apparently my mother curled my hair. Maybe I asked for it. Who knows?
Thirteen years later, I was a runner, and anything but a girly-girl.
These days, I’m even larger, but still kind of a spaz (and I still run, when I can).
Anyway, the best part of my Kindergarten yearbook was finding this:
Apparently, I wanted my dad to autograph my yearbook. I think it was a pretty fair forgery…
How was I ever so young?