From October 17, 2012 (partly edited):
I don't have a photograph of my young-young self that I remember being taken. Not a physical photo anyway. The earliest one I remember, though, was taken with my little sister while we were visiting our grandmother. I was seven and she was six. Ish. We might've been younger. Anyway, it was about the same time she and I had stopped talking in near-synchronization. My mother was trying out the Polaroid camera, and we stood in front of a pine tree while she took it. We were still the same height back then, and both had a fantastically horrid fashion sense. Goofy and broad smiles. If anything, the smiles summarized how happy we still were.
The next picture I remember of me was taken in first grade. A photography company called Lifetouch did it. For the record, they did every kid's school picture that year. Then for the next ten years...
I do own a picture of me when I was a baby in my dad's arms, but it has my dad in it, so I don't consider it a picture. It's from another dimension in my eyes.
- Anya
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