Photo Albums

Last night, I was looking over photo albums and it is astounding to see how much I have changed since then. I used to be such a beautiful child, I thought as I looked over the photos, and then I hit puberty and everything went downhill. That's when the childhood cuteness was replaced by the oily skin and gawkiness of adolescence. Suffice it to say, I'm glad to be out of teenage years, but at the very least, my personality and character didn't turn out too bad.

As I was perusing through the albums, I realized that my earliest memories were when I was three years old. I remember the house I used to live in at three years old, and how the walls were sky blue. I remember the pale yellow dress I wore to my brother's first birthday party and I remember holding a gift box in my hands that was wrapped up in red plastic.

One of my fondest memories, however, is the day I spent at my grandfather's house. I had put on his reading glasses and was sitting on a plastic lawn chair pretending to read a magazine. I realized that the magazine was upside-down so I turned it right-side up again. My grandfather, however, said, "No, no, no, turn it upside-down again." So I did and he snapped a picture. It was adorable.

Gah, I used to be adorable when I was young. Well, I suppose I'm still adorable now, but somehow, I still miss childhood cuteness.

Ah, all of these trips down memory lane has me nostalgic...