Hangin’ with my mom
Tuesday, June 19th, 2007I’m hanging out at my mom’s place looking through old photos. It’s strange to see my family in the full throws of the swingin’ seventies and the hyper positive eighties, we had no idea what was coming. Sorting through snapshots is like a treasure chest of gems; snowball fights, trips to Niagara Falls, backyard romps, line-ups for movies, sandcastles and, best of all, goofy hairdos.
I’ll share these two but the rest belong to me.
Youri, circa 1978
The poster boy for poofy-haired seventies youth.
Me, circa 1988
Wild horses couldn’t pull me away from those galoshes.
