A Childhood Memory

While scrounging around for something to photograph for day 6 of the photo challenge, a “childhood memory,” I stumbled upon a big stack of my old writings, along with some photos of me when I was a preteen/teenager. 

First of all, I would just like to say that the pictures themselves were mildly horrifying.  Seriously, was wearing men’s knee socks really THAT cool?  Cause I think it might have just been me.  And wearing Doc Martens with a skirt? I’m pretty sure that was never cool either. 

I would scan these pictures in and post them here for purposes of your entertainment… IF I HAD NO PRIDE.  But the Internet is permanent, people.  And I’m not sure I want a record of those most egregious fashion mistakes of my youth.  I was once a horribly awkward person, and I am consistently surprised by how well I’m now getting along in society.  Thank God we GROW UP, right?!

Here’s a few pictures of that stack of stories and poems I found.  Some of my best childhood memories are simply of the hours I’d spend writing and reading.  I preferred the world of words to the real world, and you know what?  I think I still do.