Throwback Thursday

It seems I was a little ambitious in my original “plan” for this series. Dedicating each month to a different year of my life seemed like a good idea, but already I’m seeing that this may not be as do-able as it sounded in theory. Maybe in the latter years of my life, when I was doing more…but at 4 years old, let’s just be honest…I dressed up and played with my toys and friends. Right? Stretching that out of 4 posts was…overly ambitious. So, perhaps the more logical thing to do is not put restrictions on what I post. Meaning, I’ll still try to go in the chronological order of my life, but not try to pin myself down to posting a certain age for a certain amount of time. If it takes one post or three, that’s just what it takes!! Besides, you don’t want me to post just for the sake of posting, right? That’s no fun for anyone to read. So…all that to say…we’re moving on from 4-year-old me!

Instead, we’re going to take a look at me over the next four years…from age 5-8. You’ll see me go from cute curls to…the curse that is naturally wavy hair. For me at least.

Me at age 5. Still adorable with those little curly pigtails. Even the one that decided to go renegade just before picture time. Kindergarten…my favorite grade. My favorite teacher, Miss Carnathan I believe was her name. And the first time a boy sat next to me, looked me straight in the eye and said, “I’m gonna marry you.” Uh…no child, you are not.

And this is me when I was 6. I wish I had the picture of my mom at this age. No joke, our hair is fixed the same way and we look almost identical. Kinda freaky, actually. Hair is longer now and has less curl and more…wave. This was the year in school I got a lot of “N”s on my report cards. Needs improvement. Because I talked too much. Yeah…when I was younger I was a pretty big chatterbox. If I knew you. Otherwise I was shy as could be. These days I’m not much of a motormouth (which J says he loves), but I have my chatty moods and moments. Not like I did as a kid though.

Age 7…cut the hair, but the ringlet curl days are long gone. It’s all wave from here. Notice I’m never looking right at the camera? Always off to one side at least a little bit. This would be my last school picture from Tarver Rendon Elementary school in Mansfield, Texas. This was the last year we would live there before moving back to my hometown of Boerne. Bittersweet, really. I loved my life and my friends there and I was so sad to leave them. But better at that age than middle or high school. Yuck.

I got to see one of my best friends from those days last weekend. Carrie. It was really great to see her. it’s been about 10 years. And 17 years before that. Crazy, right? But even though we were friends as young kids, we wrote letters for years after I moved away. And had a few long distance phone calls as well. There were years as we got into our teens that we didn’t talk, but one way or another we always found our way back.

This picture was Easter the year that we moved (’88 I believe) while we were still in Mansfield. From left to right is: my brother Jeremy, my cousin Jamie, my Daddy, (me, of course), my Mama, and my brother Jory. Oh how I loved that little Easter dress. I had it for YEARS. Even after it didn’t fit me anymore. Hell, Mama may still have it somewhere. Look how long my hair is, in just that year? My hair and nails still both grow pretty fast.

And this picture…oh my word…I was 8 here. 3rd grade at Boerne Elementary. And this is where the hair officially goes off the rails, never to return. And mom…the mullet…really??? I had my first “boyfriend” this year. How, I’m not sure. Wow is all I can say.

Aren’t you glad I shared these with you?? Try to get that last image out of your head. Just try. Scarred for life, are ya??

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