My parents have huge collection of our childhood pictures.
I was cleaning our study with mom and we ended up having amusing discussion on our old pictures.
Me: I looked so different when I was a kid. Nobody can guess it’s me, I was switched or what? (I was holding a picture of me when I was 2)
Mom: You looked fine till that age. But then you started playing in street like boys and got horrible tan.
Me: So that changed my whole face??? What kind of tan was that?
Mom: When you would go in sun you would turn red… beetroot red!
Me: Ok that sounds pretty natural isn’t it?
Mom: Then red would change to burgundy.
Me: What?? How is that even possible? (I freaked out)
Mom: Then that burgundy would change to purple, like a BRUISE! (Ignoring the fact that I am not enjoying it)
Me: Mom. Seriously. How do you come up with all of that??
Mom: No you DID look like a bruise.
Me: No wonder we got our imagination from you.
Mom: I am not making this up see (she handed me my 5th grade school picture and it hit me like a tidal wave)
Me: I was burgundy!
Mom: I told you
Me: O my God (Janice-style)
The other day I met one of those kids and we were looking at that picture laughing at old times.
Friend: Where are you? I can’t see you in this picture
Me: Do you see a baby chimp standing right here?? (I pointed to a smiling little monkey).
He just smiled. I know he lost his vocabulary. Guys I used to play with looked way better than me. I didn’t even look like a human kid.
Thank God my burgundy phase was Temporary and I grew out of it.
Pictures of that time give me goosebumps, to be honest.
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