That's me in seventh grade, folks, in full junior-high-independent-baptist-volleyball-cullotts-wearing glory. Found this one in a box that deserved fire or worse. Instead, it's death by blog. I'm still purging my awkward stage, I believe. Thinking about bringing back the triangular perm single-handedly.
Coming soon: A vintage photo of yours truly with
the Charlie Hall when he played at my youth group's church camp. Hmm... eighth grade, I believe. Charlie was half of Nathan & Charlie, and I can't promise better hair on either one of us. That is, if I can find it.
Stay tuned...
6 comments:
your hands seem to be making the "whole world" gesture...
sorry, sean. make that "death by death."
I haven't even had any coffee yet and here you are referencing a comment I made on another blog? That was intended to be more of a comment, in its own right, than a question, but it only goes to show how unprepared I am, mentally, for such a thing as this. Nice side-story, by the way--I hadn't even really been fully aware of what Robert Winston was capable of, or how such as he would be admitted to the prestigious Poetry Contest.
natalie, go read sean's blog. you'll like it.
holy snap. that's ballsy. i'd never have the guts to post my 7th grade self ANYWHERE.
Ballsy: adj, Vulgar slang: Very tough and courageous, often recklessly or presumptuously so.
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