I had a great childhood free of one million digital photos that would haunt me for my life. I feel bad for children now because their whole life is recorded and shared for the world to see. Their first poop in the toilet, their chubby thighs, their butt cheeks. 
My dad loved the camera, but we weren’t billionaires so each vacation only included one or two rolls of film. I have a box in our closet with the ones I ended up with and figured that now is the time for my adorable pictures to be splashed all over the internet. 
You will see from the pictures that I was the most photogenic child and was always excited to get my picture taken. I had the best fashion sense and my glasses were always super clean.

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I was the kind of kid who had super chubby cheeks and clearly liked to get violent with stuffed animals.

I was the kind of kid who hated being interrupted during my creative time. I started my masterpiece at a young age. Sadly, it still looks like that.

I was the kind of kid who judged my parents’ choices in clothing… for me. This sweater is featured in one of our family photos. It’s still hanging in my parents’ hallway. Everyone laughs at it.

I was the kind of kid who loved my brother unconditionally and taught him how to make annoyed faces really early.
I was the kind of kid who took care of all my important business on my flip phone. Really, it was my dad’s car phone, but I thought it looked cool. I wasn’t allowed to have a cell phone until I got my driver’s license.
I was the kind of kid who pretended to read my brother stories, but really was using him to carry out all my evil plans to take over the world. He really just liked to eat and pick at the bottom of his shoes. 
Yikes, I never realized we had matching bangs. Seriously, this is what all of our pictures together look like. 
I was the kind of the kid who never grew out of her awkward in photos phase. I cringe whenever I walk through my parents’ house and see the framed photos reminding me that there really aren’t any normal nice pictures.
But really, I blame my dad. He likes the “candid” shots and snaps them when you aren’t ready. Yep, I’m sticking with that.

What were you like as a child? Were you photogenic?

The Daily Tay