In the past few days there's been something of a challenge on Facebook: post a picture of yourself at age 17 along with a photo of what you look like now. It just so happened that I had my high school senior pic in storage a short distance away from where I was sitting. Juxtaposed with a modern photo and it's startling a number of people.
At left is me in August of 1991. At right is a fairly recent pic of me from late 2023.
Not that much change at all! Well, I try to live healthy. I don't smoke and I only drink about once a year. I exercise moderately. I try to maintain a cheerful disposition. Wherever I go I like to make people smile, and maybe there's something to that too. I do feel older though. I feel mature, it's hard not to feel that after life has thrown so much at you. But I've done my best to keep a childlike spark alive, too.
I guess I should be thankful. I'm still alive, despite everything that has happened along the way. A lot of people don't get to come so far. Things could be much better in my life but I have reasons to be grateful, too.
But if I still look like this at age seventy, that's going to be downright spooky.
3 comments:
That's almost unbelievable! You look like you could be in your late twenties. I must ask, do you do anything to your hair? It looks unchanged from when you were in high school.
Hi Sara :-) Nope, I don't do anything to my hair currently (emphasis on "currently", which is an entire chapter in the book I've written). It's as thick and brown as it's always naturally been. I wish I could have believed it when people assured me of that. I'm going to let whatever happens now come what may.
We should see if American Bandstand is still being produced. You have a chance of being the new Dick Clark.
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