Front row. Second from the left.
Those bangs so painstakingly perfect. The ends curled and flipped with tender loving care. All leading to a portrait of a confident and poised young dancer with a bright future ahead of her.
Not that I would know, because I am the one in the back row, second from the right, who apparently was out drinking and smoking weed all night.
What on earth. How rough-and-tumble can a first grader possibly look in a formal tap dance photo? Did we lose our hairbrush that day? Was I pissed that they made me dress like a patriotic clown? And am I holding a knife behind my back? Because the girl in front of me looks a wee bit concerned for her safety, white-knuckling that top hat. (She also looks exactly like Tina from Survivor.)
All I can tell myself is that my mother must’ve forgotten it was picture day. Or that I didn’t understand how cameras worked.
Warning: I might need to ride the Throwback Thursday wave all month long in order to get me through this NaBloPoMoMeeMoo business.
Love it! I’ve got plenty of those old school performance pictures. Sigh…
My family looks at me funny if they’re around when I’m reading one of your posts, because I laugh and wipe tears away. Like now.