Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.
The first picture that I found was a newspaper clipping. I was in fifth grade and won the county spelling bee for that grade.
I have out of control hair and glasses almost as big as my face. My grandma had the same glasses. The braces came later. I was wearing my favorite yellow sweatshirt with fruit on it. It was hideous with it’s rows of bananas and grapes. I’m not sure why I loved it so much. I wore it to ballet class. The next season we had to wear black leotards. No exceptions. No more yellow fruity sweatshirts.
There were matching yellow high-tops. I think I had at least two pairs of yellow high-tops.
If you look in my closet today, there is nothing yellow. I do not look good in yellow. My skin is extremely pale with a hint of olive. But mostly pale. Why did I subject myself to wearing things that don’t look good? I think the answer is – I was too busy winning spelling bees to care.
By the way, I still have the trophy, even after moving twenty times. It was one of the few times that I felt like I really accomplished something on my own. I worked really hard that year. My grandma and I sat around practicing spelling words with our larger than life glasses.
If we could have given speeches, I would have dedicated award to her. Thanks Grandma! 🙂