I don’t always participate in Throwback Thursday, but when I do, I make sure the photo is epically embarrassing, and drags at least one of my siblings/cousins/parents/best friends down the horrifying path known as Memory Lane with me.
No, that’s not Christopher Robin. That is my little sister.
And no. That is not Madonna. Madonna might wear matching socks over her stirrup pants and a scrunchy on the top of her head, but I doubt she would button the top button on her turquoise silk shirt.
That’s big points for modesty right there.
Big points for modesty and sisterhood and fluffy bangs and the first day of country school back in the day where my idea of fun was catching frogs in the crick below the house and sliding down cactus filled gumbo hills in the pouring rain.
But not before I changed out of my school clothes, for the love of spandex.
No, not a minute before.
Happy Thursday. May your memories be as sweet as they are mortifying.