Sufyan and I were taking our usual morning walk past the high school in our neighborhood. It was a perfect 70 degree, breezy morning and he was getting sleepy in the carrier on my back. As we started towards home, an old Buick Skylark was pulling in to the student parking lot with the windows open, and from the windows was a familiar smell: hairspray. Not just any hairspray, but White Rain brand.
It fairly billowed over us in a cloud. And it was funny, because it took me WAY back (as smells can do. I have always had a very keen sense of smell). And I started to think about how fast it all happens, how we grow up, how we go through so much that our parents can’t know and all our memories become ours and part of us. Like hairspray, the smell of which brought memories of being about 13 or so. And I immediately also recalled the smell of Teen Spirit perfume. I remember the electric pink of the liquid and the pink coil of plastic visible in the bottle for that “electric youth” effect…
And the feeling of being so conscious of my “looks” that it was painful.
And of course, I wondered how the hell we go from precious cute little babies to awkward pre-teens, to teens, to young adults, to…us. Each of us has the little baby we once were deep inside…but we do not resemble them. Where does that go? And, being the expert at nostalgia that I don’t mind admitting I am, I decided to go back an take a peek at me growing up.
That’s the case to some piece of camera equipment. Probably to keep me occupied. My dad was a pro photog at this point in our lives.
Sufyan is starting to want to stand up like this in the tub. I see I have teeth here, but he is still just gums.
I really wanted a horse for the longest time. I had a book of breeds and markings which I memorized much of. I can still tell you the name of horse colors and markings. Here I am with my stable of Breyer horses. I loved them. I think they are still to be found in my parent’s attic. Elise can have them.
Documentation of my Rocky Horror Picture Show phase. A pretty big phase in a way. I the photo of me with my friend Emily was the night we got “hired” to be resident Janet and resident Columbia at a theater in GR.
First real job. I still recall the smell of grease and beans so well. Oh, and red sauce. Ugh. Well, first jobs are usually not the most glamorous. I learned a lot about people here. But I cannot recommend fast food. Nope.