Dear Reader,
Everyone dressed up for Picture Day, when I was in elementary school. In fact, some of us girls would go over to each other's houses two weeks ahead of time and have a 'try-on' Saturday. We worked diligently putting together the perfect outfits for the Big Day.
You'd think after all that preparation I would have been able to get Picture Day right the first time, but I never did. I always had to have a 'retake' done. Retake Day was supposed to be for kids who were absent on the original day. I was never absent, but I always hated--I mean HATED--my picture and I wanted another shot at looking good. I secretly dreaded the results of Picture Day every year. My stomach would ache for days ahead of time because I knew I would be facing a major embarrassment soon.
Three weeks later when the teacher started passing out the envelopes filled with one 8x10, two 5x7's, and four sheets of wallet-size photos, I started sweating. The wait seemed endless and it was, because my last name then was Tindell and the envelopes were handed out alphabetically.
Sigh, every year I'd get the same results: embarrassing pictures. I really wasn't an ugly kid--at least I didn't think I was--but I sure wasn’t photogenic and the proof was in those school pictures.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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