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This little girl finally found something to smile about.
(submitted by Laura)
Who needs toys?
(submitted by Megan)
“My brother was fussing the whole portrait session, and my parents were getting frustrated as they were just trying to get one decent photo of the family. Finally, they threw their arms in the air and told him to sit where he pleased. It was my brother’s decision to sit off to the side. As you can see from my smirk, I wasn’t upset about it. Considering how odd the picture turned out, I’m surprised my family selected to hang it in our home for all these years.”
(submitted by Yuri)
“I took this photo of my mom and dad this past year. We didn’t notice the donkey’s doing the dirty in the background until it was already printed out.”
(submitted by Julie and originally posted at http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/2956487525/)
“Emil was my Cabbage Patch Kid. I never knew there was anything wrong with these pictures until I took a childhood photo album into work. My co-workers skewered me. And told me I HAD to send them in to you. I have to admit that yes, they are kinda creepy.”
(submitted by Verda)
(submitted by Wanda)
You have to start somewhere.
(submitted by Jenny)
Generational differences can be put aside in a galaxy far far away.
(submitted by JennyAnn)
“This is one of my 1988 dance recital portraits from The Dancer’s Studio in Dearborn, MI. I wasn’t like the rest of the ballerinas who had been studying dance since birth; I started late so I was put in the “teen beginners” jazz class. I was easily the worst dancer in the school; if you watch the recital video you can see me spinning in the wrong direction and knocking into people. Our teacher, Miss Maryann, picked our costumes and we danced to the song “Hourglass” by Sweet.
I was twelve years old and obviously at that stage where I had no idea what to do with my body. Everything was out of proportion; my glasses were too big, my tights were too big and I could never get my bangs right. I remember a friend at summer camp made me that friendship bracelet and I never took it off so it was really grungy.
The photographer posed us and for me there was really no other option than the jazz hands. I find it kind of amazing that this photo is now one of the top 5 image results when you google “jazz hands.” Like my extreme dorkiness has become a cultural meme. There’s an authenticity to that, dorkiness. There’s no pretense to dorkiness.”
(submitted by Adriana)
A novel idea for re-gifting.
(submitted by Ivette)