Some things are better to repress.
(submitted by Lindsey)
“This is a picture of my parents, my brother, and I on their wedding day. We all remember the occasion as a joyous, stress-free one, but my mom and I were looking through photos the other day and ran across this one. My mom must have been upset about something, but for the life of us, none of us can remember this moment! I’m the one in the front, distressed about our new situation, while my brother rolls his eyes next to me.”
(submitted by Kayla)
It’s never too early to try.
(submitted by Andi)
She was known for her clean technique.
(submitted by Whitney)
They’ve got the look.
(submitted by Lois)
“Supposed to be professional photos, but the guy just set up a log and his assistant held up a fake branch (whose hand is in the frame) between my sister Suzy and I (I’m on the right).”
(submitted by Beth)
“This is my little sister in costume for her dance routine to the Village People’s “Macho Man” song. The sad part is, someone put a lot of effort into creating this monstrosity, and what’s worse, made her wear it.”
(submitted by Celia)
“I’m ashamed to admit I made this photo happen. I’m a bad mother.”
(submitted by Sarah)
You don’t have to like heavy metal to be a headbanger.
(submitted by Laura)
“This was my Christening, June 1971. I’m the baby obviously, my Godmother is holding me, my parents are next to her. Their hideous outfits aren’t the “awkward” part of this photo. In the background, my grandmother is pulling my sister’s hair while my brother is recovering from a smack! All of this right on the front steps of a church.”
(submitted by Debbie)