Kids Archives

The Winged Warrior

Help Bill recapture the awkwardness of his youth:

“My parents cursed me with this hat (and wardrobe, and throwing skills). It stayed with me through a good part of my awkward years, but I’m happy to report I did end up with a wife and kids so the damage wasn’t permanent. I feel it is my duty to submit this photo, and confess that I have grown nostalgic for the hat. I’ve looked over the years, and Cosmic Caps apparently is long out of business, and ebay is a bust (why anyone would keep one I have no idea). My goal is to find one and send it to my dad who bought the cap for me such that he “could find me in a crowd.” Then maybe I could pass one on to my poor son. Anyway – if you have any idea where I can find one, please let me know.”

(submitted by Bill)

Necking

Birds do it, bees do it, bet you didn’t know that these do it.

(submitted by Michelle)

Mountain High

“I don’t know whether it was due to the above ground nuclear tests of that era, or what, but a lot of family photos from the 60’s looked like stills from bad late night sci-fi movies.I am only four years old here, and already irreconcilably weird.”

(submitted by Leigh)

Sway Boy

Somebody isn’t so comfortable being the center of attention.

(submitted by Tiffany)

My What Big Teeth You Have

“I was 3 yrs old. My mom said I was fascinated with the Big Bad Wolf. I loved pretending to be Little Red Riding Hood and singing that song ‘Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?’ So she took me to see him. She says I peed on him because I was so scared he would eat me. Note the boy pointing. He was laughing at me. All the other girls have pictures with Snow White and Cinderella. This is my happy picture to remember our trip. My question is: why was this freak walking around at Disneyland?”

(submitted by April)

Swinger

It takes a real man to chop down a tree and look fabulous doing it.

(submitted by Jake)

In Their Face

If you look really closely, you just might be able to see nothing at all.

(submitted by Howard)

The Struggling Artist

“Remember those plastic easels that we had as a kid? One day while I was visiting my grandparents, my marker fell underneath mine, and it collapsed on top of me. My “concerned” parents decided to wait a bit to see if I could free myself. Mom is taking the picture, and Dad can barely be seen on the left.”

(submitted by Mitch)