“I think I was about 18 months old when my mother took this picture. I had climbed into the toilet on my own. My parents were a little upset because I was wearing my new leather shoes and my mother thought if she flushed I would get scared but I just giggled and smiled!”
(submitted by Ben)
He was always proud of how he balanced his hobbies with fatherhood.
(submitted by Mariana)
“An inquisitive baby, I’d often explore places that normally would be ‘off-limits’. The cold soft ash felt good in my little fingers though! Luckily, my brothers ‘rescued’ me, and my parents thought to snap a photo of it.”
(submitted by Scott)
“This photo is of my brother posing inside the grill of our car, “The Beat” circa 1985. My parents loved posing us in weird and awkward places.”
(submitted by Melanie)
“My mom loved to get professional photos taken of my siblings and me when we were kids. I hated it. I learned fairly quickly that if I complained or was fussy they would just keep going and ask me to be still or quiet. However, if I behaved perfectly and just made awful facial expressions the photos would end. This little gem is a product of my silent temper tantrums.”
Oh, and btw, this is Meg now.
(submitted by Meg)
“After taking a number of pics of my gorgeous little girl she decided that she had enough. Funnily enough, this pic probably shows her true colors!”
(submitted by Michelle)
“This is an old photo of my friend’s son, who’s now a teenager. The photo was snapped at just the wrong time, making it look like his hand is gone and a bloody stump remains.”
(submitted by John)