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  • I like going through old photographs to see how much has changed through the years, to be reminded of a more simplistic time, and most importantly to get a few laughs out of the awful 90’s clothing I wore as a kid.

    This one photo in particular touches on all of those aspects. It’s of my two friends, my doll, and myself in the playhouse my dad built for me. I love it because the more I look at it, the more I get out of it. The photo tells quite the story. Sure the hairstyles and clothing alone tell of the time period, but our faces and the setting also speak to me now, some fifteen years later.

    Abby, she is not looking directly at the camera, but rather glancing over at me as I ham it up before the picture was snapped. That to me says she admired my silly nature and that she too had a silliness about her that made her able to laugh at my behavior. My cheeky grin also shows a bit of my easygoing and joking ways, doing anything for a laugh to win people over.

    Stephanie, with her mouth full of that orange cheddar cheese cracker, looks unsure or untrusting of the situation. Almost as if to say she was thinking, ‘Why is this girl so goofy and why is my sister laughing at her? And why is that doll sitting across from me?’ She was always the younger and more skeptical one.

    And yes, just why was that doll sitting with us? Well, because “Wayne” was like a baby brother to me. It would have been odd if he had not been joining us. That cheeky smile of mine also conveys the message that this was a totally normal occurrence. After all, I did always have dolls sitting near me, whether it be at the table or in the car, they were my inanimate siblings. So another thing this photo is saying to me, is that I definitely made the photographer (aka my mom) wait before taking it so that I could maneuver Wayne’s head and body so he could also be a part of the picture, the way I included him as a part of my family on a regular basis. Which now makes me wonder, maybe Abby was laughing at me for another reason, thinking in her head about just how weird I was.

    The setting of the picture, the one-room playhouse erected in my backyard, would now be a perfect place to sit and dwell on all of the fun times had in there as a child. It makes me want to gather around that same table again with Abby and Stephanie, now 21 and 19, Wayne who is ageless, and myself, age 22, to perhaps take another picture. A follow-up picture showing who we have grown up to become and how the same personality traits may or may not still be with us.
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