“My father was taking the photo. Mom was holding me the first time around. Second time not so much.”

(submitted by Sean)

“My “Far-Out” mama apparently thought all of us wearing tie-dye and making our hair as feathered as possible would make the perfect family photo. Please keep in mind this was taken in 1992, when neither tie-dye nor blue eyeliner were in fashion… Thanks Mom!”

(submitted by Hilary)

“Here is a picture I drew for my dad when I was 8 years old back in the day (1999). I have no idea why I decided to draw a devilish pig, with flames bursting in the background, because he is a good guy. Hmmm, if that’s my dad, I wonder what that makes me?”

(submitted by Adam)

“Yes, this is my family. I am the smallest conehead. In a brilliant wave of genius, my mother thought she had come to the ultimate family Halloween costume, while also taking into account her propensity for anything easy, coupled with her lack of creativity. She found these smelly, rubber coneheads at a some long forgotten costume shop and when I saw her eyes lock to them you could almost see the flickering, dim light of inspiration lethargically illuminate. We all hated it, but with only a few short days until Halloween (complete with invite to yearly Halloween party where were constantly berated and ridiculed for our costumes by this bougie family of do gooders who seemingly had NO END to there arsenal of Halloween costume ideas AND this was before the internet turned into what it is today, cute holiday craft/idea blogs and meme’s about any given topic, folks). There was also the issue of skin tone, which, shockingly, my stepfather, with his year round, amazingly bronzed skin fit the criteria for. Anyways, we went to the party, after a few dull roars from the crowd of party-goers, the bougie family swooped in to steal our thunder. Donned as the ENTIRE cast of the never ending story…yeah…even Valkor. The following year we stayed home and watched reruns of Rosanne and ate candy until diabetic shock was an imminent threat. Showed them, we did.”

(submitted by Maggie)

“We were touring our new house while it was under construction in 1989. I was 4. My parents were taking pictures of various rooms and I was wandering. Then this happened in a hallway.”

(submitted by Austin)

“In an odd turn of events, we chose to celebrate Easter at the most appropriate time. Please note the stockings.”

(submitted by Theresa)

“My grandmother owns a store in the town I grew up in and every year she enters a float, representing the store, into the summer parade. Of course, this meant that I had to be on every one, usually in some ridiculous costume. I think that this was by far the most embarrassing year though. I’m the waving cherry on the far right and my cousin, on the far left, took the smarter approach and didn’t show his face for the entire parade.”

(submitted by Treg)

“In my own defense, my son didn’t actually hit the tree branch, though I have no answer for why he isn’t wearing pants.”

(submitted by Anthony)

“This is an outtake for a staged Christmas photo of me and my brother Tom. As you can see from the look of terror on his face, Tom began to tip over. That’s mom’s hand trying to keep him from going baby ass over elbow.”

(submitted by Christine)

“This is my mom and dad who went to visit my brother in Texas. They stopped off at a scenic overlook in Austin to take some picutures. I have no idea who that is in the background nor why they are dressed that way, but they obviously thought it was a Kodak moment too.”

(submitted by Stephanie)