Day 6: You
Me, 1980. Rocking the terrible two’s. Or really, it seems, the stubborn two’s. I’m sure my mother and the people behind the camera were dancing and waving their hands, working overtime to coax a smile out of me. And there I sit, frowning stubbornly. No temper tantrum, no tears. Just staring down the camera, hands crossed, quietly refusing to cooperate.
To me, this photo is a tiny, rose-colored window into the person I am today. Stubborn, independent, a bit frowny. And I still firmly refuse to do things that I don’t want to do.
P.S. Isn’t that shag carpet hilarious? It’s so grossly yellow in the sea of pinks. Ick.