I believe this was my third grade portrait. Believe it or not this was before my awkward stage – my fourth, fifth and sixth grade pictures were hideous and I never could figure out why my parents paid for them.
In fact, I still had the shadows of black eyes in my sixth grade picture (which I can’t seem to find now). The week before I had been running around my backyard and somehow managed to knock my head on a low hanging tree branch and the next day both my eyes turned black, causing everyone in my class to call me “Tree Gotcha” since my last name was Gotcher.
Anyhoo, this third grade picture is actually pretty typical of how I looked. You can tell my mother cut my hair and since my hair is wavy and has definite cowlicks, short is not a good look on me. She had probably made the shirt as well. When I was younger she liked to make us matching outfits – oh, the joy of being firstborn.